“You’re not wrong,” he agreed, especially as someone who did not sleep much himself. “Respectable? Such high praise from you. I need to remember this moment,” he joked with a small chuckle. “But we should get you back to class soon. I don’t think Oz would appreciate you skipping, either.”
“Oh I would, write it in your diary as a red letter day indeed,” she agreed with a smirk. “And I can go with old if you don’t approve of respectable!” Shaking her head slightly she gave a dry laugh, “I can’t imagine Oz would particularly care if I miss one or two classes but I have nothing else to do this afternoon.” She pulled out the now wet and sticky hankie, “Would you like me to wash it for you? I won’t iron it back to your beautiful corners but I can at least get it clean.”