"Er...so...this year. You’ve been skipping class. And look a bit unwell. And I was just wondering, I mean, I just wanted to check that you’re doing okay." Even under the influence of the love potion, his expression fell as she spoke. He looked sad. Distressed. "You shouldn’t worry about me. You shouldn’t worry at all, in fact. With your smarts and your skill, you’ll be fine. Not like anyone could ever hurt you. You are so beautiful. Your hair is the color of chestnuts, your eyes like honey."