Saturday, February 4th, Evening
Rose had watched Viktor get her coat, her stomach fluttering with each contact they had and even more because he was walking her home. I am so glad I went to Ginny's party.
Looking up at him, she felt she should say something, but nothing that would just be foolish small talk. She looked down, hoping Viktor hadn't noticed her just looking up at him like that.
"Um, my flat is on the next street over, but it isn't too long of a walk."