            In the quiet of night, now usually broken up by Ron and Lavender’s activities, was when she finally let her mind drift back to the wizard she’d kissed. And straddled. And pushed backwards onto her bed, because after much reflection on the event, she had concluded it had been her shoving the formerly dark wizard onto her obnoxiously springy mattress. Thank Merlin for Ron and Lavender’s interruption, or it would have been her making the racket.