She had been enjoying the look of the alcohol in the glass, vaguely aware of Basil looking at her. It felt silly to have him looking at her, although she wasn't sure why. Was he looking at her any differently than he had during their years at Hogwarts? No, she concluded. At least, not their last year of Hogwarts. Otherwise, it was very different.
He missed her. It made Rose feel warm and she fought a smile, not wanting to look as though he made her all that happy. He missed her. It wasn't enough to say that she missed him, too. That didn't begin to describe it.
"Of course you missed me," Rose said. "I make your life interesting. It must've been horribly dull without me, even with all the travels."
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