Ellie swallowed.

Yeah, she knew they needed to talk. She knew that that was why she was here and not hiding in her dorm or behind a statue or on the pitch or broomshed or countless of other places where there was a low probability of being disturbed.

Her heart beating loudly and quickly, she slowly took a step forward. Then another. Always keeping her eyes on Treyen, waiting for him to hold a hand up, signalling to her that she shouldn't come closer. Otherwise, she intended to continue until she was just a few feet from him. And if, after that, he still thought it was a good idea to be even closer, then he could meet her. Or signal again.

But, Merlin, she was so afraid.