Griff let out a heavy breath when Nora disapparated. He stood in the cold for a moment and re-ran the entire exchange through his head. Either he was dreaming or Nora had gone completely buggering mad. Maybe she was planning to maim and kill him and that was why she was being so bloody nice?
Bloody. Hell.
He shook himself furiously with a huff and that drew an odd look from a wizard that was headed into the Three Broomsticks. Griff gave the wire-haired man a slightly embarrassed nod before turning away. He really needed to get a hold on himself or he was never going to be able to get through this little chat with Nora.
Heaving a sigh, Griff swore under his breath and spun on his heel to disappear with a low pop from Hogsmeade. He reappeared in Nora's living room and had to blink several times to adjust his eyes to the light. Not wanting to move from where he stood until he--well---had permission, Griff swiveled until he saw Nora hastily stuffing away a small stack of books.
"Should I stay in 'ere or go to the kitchen or--?" Griff asked as he scratched anxious at the back of his neck.
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