Aconitum: Part 5
Lysander straightened his posture at her brash tone and he suddenly regretted calling out to her.
He’s not wanted here. She wants him to leave.
“I-…there isn’t unfinished business.” he said, shaking his head.
“I just…well, I-I just saw you and…thought maybe you could use company walking back to the castle but-” he glanced up at the immobile Whomping Willow, “-clearly you’re not going back to the castle."
He cleared his throat and shifted on the balls of his feet.
"Sorry. I’ll just…I didn’t mean to disturb you. You’re obviously busy and I’m in your way. So…I’ll just be going.” he mumbled and turned to leave, then something stopped him.
Why was she down here by the Whomping Willow in the first place? And it was after hours. He was only out because he had followed her. But what was her reason?
“Is everything alright?” he asked before he could stop himself. “I mean, shouldn’t you be back at the castle?"
Lysander’s demeanour and the words that followed seem rather honest, much like he was when Valeria had been acquainted with him the month before. There is a part of her that feels apologetic for being slightly belligerent and direct with him, but she must do anything to protect her secret. Without lowering her wand, Valeria responds, cerulean eyes piercing into his brown ones.
"I appreciate your hospitality and concern, Lysander, but I am doing just fine. There are matters I need to attend to and you are, most indeed, in my way. Unfortunately. For me, but more for you.”
Seeing as Lysander does not have his wand equipped (or so she expects), Valeria points her own in the direction of his head. Twisting her wand in a clockwise motion, she utters the spell that will help him forget this encounter ever happened. Désolée.
“Obliviate.”
