Both Slytherins seemed to believe her, which was great. It meant that she was getting better at lying. It wasn’t something she should have been proud of, but it was useful to be skilled at such a thing. To make sure that neither of her friends caught her in her lie, she fixed her gaze on the sight of Moko and Klaus play-fighting so that her eyes, as expressive as they were as her soul-bonded so often told her, wouldn’t give her away. She then spent the majority of the train ride attempting to rest her eyes. Still subconsciously suspicious of what the day would bring, she failed to do so. She only felt completely at ease when she stepped foot on King’s Cross hours later, finally able to bask in her soul-bonded’s combined warmth once again.