#lockcharm

"Oh!” 

she rubs the back of her head. surprise is never a good look on her. this time it bumps her into the low underside of the leaky cauldron’s staircase. her shandy sloshes.

was he trying to sneak into her subtle not-hiding hiding place? did he not see her here, ducking from bill weasley who, she’s sure, is under strict orders to keep an eye out for her?

he’d better think again.

in the uncertain silence in which they stand staring at each other she thinks fuck it and takes a hardy gulp of shandy.

        “Lockhart, right?”