The trial is tomorrow at ten and nobody sleeps, and by one in the morning all three of you are in the kitchen with the candle down to nothing.

MioneI'm not going to lie in that room and listen to the two of you breathing. Not tonight.

MalfoidThen don't.

Mione looks at her for a long moment. Malfoid does not look away, which for her is practically a speech.

It is four words and a bad idea and nobody takes it back.