[She squeezes his fingers again and takes a shot from her glass without pausing.
The sigh draws a faint one from her as well, and a few unpleasant memories float back to the forefront. Little Loki, Moro, the frenzied flight with Draco and that cold, distant feeling deep in the pit of her stomach.]
Regret? Maybe. I don't know. But last year was bad.
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The sigh draws a faint one from her as well, and a few unpleasant memories float back to the forefront. Little Loki, Moro, the frenzied flight with Draco and that cold, distant feeling deep in the pit of her stomach.]
Regret? Maybe. I don't know. But last year was bad.