She stops, looking at him silently. He’s right, isn’t he? She can convince herself otherwise, but she has been just as cruel to him as those gossiping girls were to each other. Whether or not she feels it is justified, it is still a stain on her pure, Gryffindor, heart of gold. (She thinks again about the flash of sadness in his eyes after Magnus had caught them speaking. No, not caught, that would imply they had been doing something they shouldn’t.)