takes another step, tilting his head You look like you've seen a ghost. Or— glances down at his arm —like you've never seen blood before.

frowns, genuinely confused now Hey. Seriously. What's going on with you? You've been off all week. Snapping at everyone. Skipping dinners. And now you're standing in the middle of the Quidditch pitch at— glances at his watch —half past nine, looking like you're about to pass out.

sighs, runs his good hand through his hair Right. Fine. We're doing this the hard way. closes the distance, stopping barely a foot away You're going to tell me what's wrong, or I'm going to stand here until you do. And I can be very patient when I want to be, sweetheart.