By supper time the next evening, she had ceased ignoring him for his oversight, entering his room and settling beside him on the bed with a book of her own. They read in silence into the later hours of the night, neither one addressing the other. He found her companionship surprisingly enjoyable, something that had shocked him when he first came to the conclusion. They would debate often, as she was always ready to express her opinions on spells or potions even if she had just learned of it moments before. He found those debates pleasurable, her intellect adaptable and matching his own. And while he would normally not mind sitting with her in silence, he found this one unbearable. Stifling.