There were times Loraly let her guard down and didn’t particularly focus on her surroundings. This was one of those times as she turned a corner and nearly ran straight into someone. She started to apologize when she recognized who it was and froze. “Albus. Hi.” Loraly didn’t know how to act, knew she had to be cautious. The last time the two had spoken had been... intense.
He’d stopped her from killing Atalia during the Hogsmeade attack and after they’d gotten Jennifer to safety, the Slytherin had avoided him. He’d seen her at her absolute worst, she figured he wouldn’t want to see her ever again. As much as it pained her to stay away from him (he’d been such a good friend all those years), she couldn’t put him through that. It didn’t matter that he’d said he didn’t care, she stayed away regardless. And yet now there he was, standing right in front of her. She cursed herself for not paying more attention. What was the point of improved senses if she couldn’t keep herself out of situations such as this?