Oh, Wendy had been knocked into a silly stupor, all right, and it was only a matter of time (her sneaking suspicion told her perhaps not much more than five minutes) before she did something so impeccably Wendy to screw it all up.
"Psyke!" Wendy cried (in a hushed tone!). "How am I supposed to explain how I happened to be in here looking for you, and magically happened to find you with him. Unless we came together, in which case, wouldn't it be rude to not have sought him out to say hi? And what if that woman he's with is--you know, a woman! That would be embarrassing. And what if he sees through our scheme! He's really smart, you know! Raven--no, wait, he was a Hufflepuff, but he was a smart Hufflepuff!"
She peeked out from between the books again and still saw him talking to her. She sighed.
"Go," she mock-moaned, burying her face in her hands. "Before I change my mind."
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