It was as he tied a letter to Hedwig at an unearthly hour of night that he met her again. Her footsteps were light, and her approach was slow.
But oh, was she upset.
“You save my sister, you save me,” She began, and the boy knew he was in for it. “And then you proceed to avoid me in the most extreme of ways for an entire week afterwards?”
“Erm… I’m extremely focused and diligently working towards performing well in the next task?”
“Ah yes, the task that’s in June?”
He was silent for a minute, as he thought of a way to best approach this situation - try and placate her a bit, defuse things.
“...You can never be too prepared?”
And he fucked up.