Perhaps it's the fact that Scorpius has yet to greet her, and her hands have started shaking tremendously in her lap. Or maybe it's because the one person who can keep her nerves to a minimum has no choice but to ignore her presence. Or perhaps it's the fact she so desperately wants for him to look at her. She wants the silver of his eyes to melt into hers, turning stone into a liquid form that could mould into a state of gold. She wants the reassurance he so simply obtains from a single glance in her direction. She wishes to feel the collision of their skin. The tingling of the warmth from hers and the heat from his bringing the unity of them both together.