<sub>“Trust me— the last thing I want is to be going to
                      Hogsmeade with a bloody Slytherin. ‘Least it’s
                      not by choice. I’d be really mad to do this voluntarily.” 

        His boots trudged against the ground, having no desire to lift them high enough to prevent the dragging sound happening underneath his feet. An annoyed huff left his lips as he took a glance in her direction— yeah, big mistake. How much more annoyed could he possibly get? Well, he’d answered his own question. Just a look was all he needed.

                                             ”Business or not; we go there,
                                               get the book and then leave. Got it?”</sub>