Oh, there went the bloody puppy smile of his again, like he was expecting to be sratched behind the ears for tracking her down like a good boy. And adding everyone into it, like a National Worry for Pippin Society, like they wouldn't go on because exams just wouldn't be the same without her.

She gave him his hug, briefly, and only because she knew he could be a real pain in the arse about stupid things like that. He'd probably stand there with his arms spread all day, waiting for her to come over if she didn't. But she drew back an instant later, stepped away to maintain distance and suspend familiarity. "You still haven't answered my question, Roger. How'd you even get down 'ere, you're s'posed to be in London."