I lay staring at the canopy trying to clear my mind, sort through the events of the day, put things away in a sense. Archive the image of Weasley touching her, kissing her head. Shove it way down deep somewhere. I hear a creek at my doorway and turn expecting to see her cat when there she is instead. Only in a t-shirt, a large white t-shirt. We stare at each other. I move over in the bed for her, giving her space. She moves quickly, lays on her back, staring at the canopy like I just was. I lay on my side, facing her, heart pounding. Look at me, look at me please look at me I think on a loop, I just want to see her eyes, see if I can read her, see if they give anything away. She doesn’t turn, just stares straight ahead.