Classes were more tense and somber than ever but Tamblin didn't care. Cascata had taken to sitting with him again. Things were awkward but more and more often she'd smile with genuine warmth. Or they'd share a joke. He'd forgotten how good her attention made him feel. It was pure and sweet and nourishing in a way. It felt like being on a good diet after eating nothing but junk food for months.

After a Charms class but before Flitwick walked the students out Hannah pulled Tamblin over to one side of the classroom. She still looked embarrassed.

"Thanks…"

Tamblin groaned.

"I really don't deserve any thanks," he protested.

"Well, thank you anyway. I can't believe how I was acting."

"Hannah it wasn't your fault, it was mine. Entirely."

Tamblin put his hand on her arm. She seemed relieved. She stood up on her tip toes and kissed his forehead. Then she went over to where the other girls were carefully looking away.