She's left sitting on the library table, in the dim light. Not a soul is around and she wonders if he's going to waltz into the Slytherin common room to pilfer a bottle and walk out without explanation. Or will he explain? Surely not. He'll cobble together something random. Maybe he has some in his trunk in his dorm, instead. Maybe he'll summon it from Hogsmeade. Maybe she shouldn't have done this at all. Maybe she's a total lunatic, maybe he'll think she's a complete slag, maybe -