Chapter 13 A Coffee Date Isn't A Bad Idea

• ROSALINE.
• Harry? The guy from the bar during my rebellion period. I'd pretend that wasn't less than a week ago, and honestly, I'd forgotten that I'd given him my contact. I shuffled amongst the sheets and sat up, leaning against the headrest, my lips curling into a genuine smile. "If it isn't Harry Potter, I thought you were one of those people I'd never see again."
• "Unfortunately, no. I'm still here to bother you..." His voice trailed, and my thoughts drowned in the silence. We both knew why I was hesitant to talk.