Jealousy is invariably a symptom of neurotic insecurity.
~ Robert A. Heinlein
Friday, February 9th ~ Evening
After leaving Glen Hollow Izabel had returned to Hogwarts. She'd reported to Minerva, given her the good news that he was conscious again, but had pleaded fatigue when the older witch asked her to stay for a cup of tea.
I should have stayed and had that tea, Izabel decided as she folded one of his shirts that had been left on a chair in her bedroom. The bare finger on her left hand kept drawing her gaze because it felt wrong. It felt - naked.
I could wear another ring, I suppose.