When he'd made his way alone down the astronomy tower on Tuesday evening, he hadn't expected anything less than to see her wandering the halls like a lost, ticked puppy.
It had been his fifth year – hers, fourth.
Other than the first meeting nearly three years ago, and secret glances across the corridors (mostly just from him) she'd never once dared to wander even a close ten foot distance between. He fixed his prefect badge in glee, clearing his throat and closing the gap by taking smooth strides towards the figure.
He hadn't known what he'd intended– whether it to be to stir up some trouble or give proper assistance in guiding her to where she'd desired, she'd only given him a straight look as if a deer caught on headlights. Fear consumed her and her entire form trembled.
His lips parted in a small gape when she'd snapped on her heel and took a dash in the opposite direction, quickly escaping his presence with red ginger strands flying behind her feet.
Before he noticed, his arm was outstretched – to stop her, maybe – but she'd already hurried without a trace.