He bristled at the statement, not finding much amusement in the comment. Damn it all to hell, if she'd gone through things and seen. He let out a slow, frustrated breath, trying to collect himself. Maybe he was getting ahead of himself. It could just be a letter to her cousin, as she said.
"I don't generally make a habit of owl writing from my room," he replied, not backing up from his caging stance behind her. If she needed parchment, she could have asked rather than rifling through things.
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