So knock me down, tear me up,
But I would bear it all broken just to fill my cup
» pt. 01
I caught her quick correction; my eyes searching hers, trying to dive into the depths of her meticulous brain. I saw how easily I could fall into her and she would listen, she was willing to help my sorry arse. I frown and turn back towards the mirror.
I don’t need her help, I don’t deserve it.
“Granger, leave now,” I say beneath my breath, pitiful attempt at stopping her. Her presence shifts behind me, her footsteps timid and cautious; as they should be.
“I don’t trust your bloody arse,” she says, wand already in hand but eyes still curious.