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The entire walk down there, all Wendy could think about was how this was not a good idea at all, how she would scare him, how he would think she was insane, how maybe him being in the Tattler really did upset him, and how she had no idea what Psyke would think of him, and that was important, or what he would think of Psyke, which was also important, and--

There was a lot of negativity running through Wendy Tremaine's head on that walk, let her tell you! She was, without a doubt, far more nervous than she had been, playing for the Cup.

Once they were in Waterstones, she caught sight of a dark head bent over a table, helping someone (she did, however, note it was a woman, which sent a very irrational jolt of annoyance through her before it was consumed by other things) with something, most likely. Watching Psyke wander past the large bookshelf Wendy was standing hesitantly behind with a determined look on her face, however, was what gave her a very large, potentially irrational, panic attack.

"Psyke!" Wendy hissed, grabbing her friend and yanking her (gently! She wasn't that fargone) behind the bookcase, peering from between the shelves at the figure that had to be him. "Stop!"