Ingrid, quite the opposite of Eliza's discontented mood, had been just about walking on air since she had returned from break. But then again, who wouldn't be walking on air when they'd gone out on a very crazy limb, kissed Christian Entwhistle, and had him kiss back? Oh, and don't forget the massive flirting afterwards. The way Ingrid had been acting, she might as well have still been in that little café by Hyde Park---might be, with the way she had been replaying the scene over and over in her head since then.
But it was a good thing that her mind was still back there, she had decided. Because Ingrid knew that the second she realized that she was really at Hogwarts and wasn't going to see Christian again until Easter holidays, she was going to die.
Or something dramatic and horrible like that.
For now, however, she was still in a happy fog, hence the skip in her step as she walked over to flop down on her roommate's bed. "Whatcha up to!" she asked, glancing at the yarn mess and tilting her head to try and discern what it was.
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