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"I don't want to go out."

"It was your idea."

"Well, I changed my mind. I don't feel well."

"Which is it, Milly? You changed your mind, or you don't feel well?" Charles didn't bother to affect real annoyance. Her obstinacy was almost endearing, at present; he could afford to like it, because it was a good sign. It showed she wasn't happy. It was very much in Charles's interest that Camilla be unhappy at present. So he let a fond familiarity suffuse the words instead.

"I changed my mind because I don't feel well."

"Fine, we'll go without you. Susan will miss you though."

Camilla sighed. "I think you'll have plenty of fun without me." Was that a little jealousy in her voice? Oh, Charles hoped so. He very much hoped so.

He whistled all the way back to Ravenclaw dorm, until he got to the hallway where Susan's room was, and there he exchanged the spring in his step for a more somber tread.

"Hello?" He knocked at her door. "It's me, Charles. Camilla says she can't make it. She's not feeling well. We might as well stay in."

(( Eventual warning for unemotional non-cesty smut. It's not gratuitous for our purposes, as there are plot reasons for it, but if you don't care for that sort of thing, don't read this. ))