Biting my lip quickly, I let Creevey pull me to my feet and lift the hem of my t-shirt to wipe the sweat and the last vestige of my grin off my face. When I let go of the fabric and raise my head, she's suddenly there: a few feet away from me, with a somber expression on her face. Her gaze is on my stomach, right where my bare skin must have been visible a few seconds ago before the t-shirt fell over it again.