This was it; the year had come to an end.
Having all of the prefects in one small compartment was mildly stressful for Billie. Marin Clare told them all they?óÔé¼Ôäód done a good job this year, but she?óÔé¼Ôäód felt like his gaze had skipped right past her as he glanced around the compartment. For the past five months it had felt quite awkward to be around the head boy, but orse still was Wini, who Billie did her best to actively avoid after the time the older blonde had confronted her once in the bathrooms. She was sitting across and to the right of Billie now. The Ravenclaw made sure not to look at her.
And then there was Ki. They were fine, she supposed, but things were still strange, there.
The past couple of months for Billie had just been prefect duties, studying, quiet panic attacks in empty classrooms on her way from one thing to another, more studying, more duties, and so on. She hadn?óÔé¼Ôäót really had time to spend with any of her friends anyway. Billie felt like she was in first year again, completely unsure of how to read everyone, completely unsure of how she fit into everything. Her anxiety had her second guessing her own interpretations of events over and over.
And of course, Phillip had graduated now.
Billie got to her feet as the others did, but she lingered and let those who were leaving go out first. Would Marin and Wini be off to find Phillip, now? Would they all sit together on the way back? Her heart hurt to think of how much he?óÔé¼Ôäód hated Hogwarts, how glad he must be to be rid of it all.
She?óÔé¼Ôäód been almost glad for the stress of impending exams; despite getting hardly any sleep at all these past couple of months, and being in a constant state of medium-to-high-level panic for weeks, at least she hadn?óÔé¼Ôäót had to think about how badly she?óÔé¼Ôäód messed things up. Not with Phillip, or Ki, or the other Gryffindors (probably), or, well, even Rowen, she supposed, after last night.
The blonde took a step towards the door of the compartment, but found herself lingering instead. Killian was still sitting there, his gaze far out the window. She wondered what he was thinking, and felt a little sheepish and bashful when he glanced up to find her watching him.
?óÔé¼?ôHello,?óÔé¼?Ø Billie replied politely, a tentative smile appearing at his greeting. He didn?óÔé¼Ôäót need to say hello, she thought; they?óÔé¼Ôäód been here together this whole time. ?óÔé¼?ôOh, yes, I think so,?óÔé¼?Ø Billie said, glancing towards the door for a moment. She assumed Barbara would be with Rowen, and felt glad for the excuse not to be with them right now. She was lingering here to be away from them (one of them in particular that was, and it wasn?óÔé¼Ôäót poor Barbara).
Well, not just to be away from Rowen.
?óÔé¼?ôPerhaps in a minute,?óÔé¼?Ø she said. She didn?óÔé¼Ôäót ask explicitly if she could stay, or if he had a moment for her, but the question was definitely there between them for a beat, before she spoke next. ?óÔé¼?ôHow are you doing today??óÔé¼?Ø she asked, trying to look only the appropriate-level of concerned. She?óÔé¼Ôäód already subtly given him a once-over (okay, maybe a twice- or thrice-over) when she?óÔé¼Ôäód first seen him this morning. Made sure he still had all of his fingers and whatnot. Billie resisted the urge to do it again right now.