Ayla looked up into his face when he drew her attention. The moonlight barely lit the clearing they were in but they had been there long enough to adjust to the lack of light. His glasses nearly glowed, reflecting what little light the moon did offer them.

As he spoke she was surprised by the genuine sincerity in his voice. It wasn't that she thought the Slytherin a disingenuous person but the last few weeks the pair had been playing a coy game of cat and mouse. She didn't think she had ever heard him not trying to flirt with her (or have the edge of competitiveness it held whenever the were opposite each other on the pitch)

"I'll be good here." She matched his smile though stopped herself from adding something like 'as long as you're with me' or 'now that you're here to keep me safe'. All the same she kept herself tight against him, enjoying the feeling and the extra warmth. She even crossed her other arm over to hold onto him as well, one hand in his the other holding his bicep higher up.

Ayla let out a loud gasp when the mooncalves entered the clearing. She wasn't sure what she was expecting. She had seen pictures of them in their text books but seeing them in person was something entirely different.

"Holy Helga, they're ugly." She breathed quietly.