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((Backdated to Valentine’s Day.))

Right. Busying herself and talking to Gatsby, to try and keep her mind away from Jaime and the Impending Talk, had only worked so-so. Fine. Lola knew she couldn’t avoid it forever. And besides, she had missed Jaime a lot during her mission. Part of her couldn’t wait to see him. So. She went up to her own room, changed out of her trouble-shooting outfit, which was dusty and completely not-okay to wear when you hadn’t seen your boyfriend in... how many days now? Lola frowned. She was pretty sure it had been at least a week where she’d been looking after Azhar, but who knew how long that meant she’d been gone from Hogwarts? Oh well, she’d find out soon enough.

Now she was standing outside his door, and calmly counted to five before she knocked. During those five seconds she checked her hair, made sure she hadn’t gotten anything in her teeth, and adjusted the locket around her neck. Today the little pad inside had been dabbed in a rich perfume of jasmine and spices that she’d picked up in Tunisia, but that was the only thing different about her.

Then she knocked. And forced herself to look calm and smiling, though her heart was hammering in her chest.