She stirred her tea slowly. "I'm not your babysitter, you know."
"Says the girl hired to keep me from combusting."
"I was told 'companion with boundaries.'"
Harry narrowed his eyes, then grinned like the cat that found a string to pull. "That's adorable."
"Don't flirt with me before I've had caffeine."
"Wasn't flirting." He stepped closer, walking past her toward the fridge, close enough that his arm brushed hers - possibly by accident, possibly not. "If I flirted, you'd know."
She rolled her eyes so hard it hurt her forehead. "What are we even doing here?"
Harry paused, hand on the fridge handle, then looked over his shoulder with that look - the one she couldn't read yet. "Trying not to kill each other, apparently."
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