She was blinking. A lot. Was that a good thing? Nerves began to flutter lightly in his stomach, and he briefly lent back towards the door as if to turn and go through it.

Her smile caught him though, and his lips curled in reciprocation, almost against himself. "You sure?" he questioned, before shuffling over hands in pockets and slipping on to the seat diagonally opposite her anyway. She wouldn't have said so if she didn't want him to, right? Especially after what happened that day in Diagon Alley. He slung his bag next to him casually, taking a moment to fiddle what the strap.

"I'm glad," he replied softly, folding his arms across his chest. "I wondered...what you were up to. If you were getting lots of sketches done." A tinge of colour came to his cheeks.