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Indala's slight frown broke into a bright smile as Will sentenced her father to Azkaban.
He was always able to make her feel better.
Letting go of her practiced control she wrapped her arms around him in a hug and whispered,
"Thank you Will. I'm so sorry about earlier."

Indala held on to him for a while, resting her head on his chest, happy for the contact.
Eventually she let go and leaned back against the window sill feeling a little awkward,
her hands playing with a strand of hair again.
"Will, are you alright? I mean after all of that..."

She nodded as he confirmed that he was okay,
though she didn't completely believe him.
He hadn't vented like she had.

Perhaps he will talk to Tyler when he gets back to the common ro...

Her thoughts were cut short as he tucked the hair behind her ear,
butterflies still fluttered in her stomach, and she blushed.
They hadn't stopped this entire time,
but she had been distracted from noticing them until now.

It took Will saying that that had been his first kiss for her to realize that it had been hers as well.

She smiled up at him and choked back her bashfulness,
" What about your second?"

Indala followed Will willingly, happy to finally get out
of the class and learn what exactly weighed so heavily on his mind.
She had been there at the hospital wing with him,
but had not heard what transpired between him and the matron.

As they passed the place on the seventh floor where she had run into Arthur she cringed,
reminding herself of the promise she had made him.
Finally, they entered an abandoned classroom.

She watched as Will did what she had done not that long ago and opened a window.
The cool breeze that filled the room smelled of nature and the renewal that spring always brought.

She moved closer to him; enough to see his features in the dim light, but not enough to feel like she was intruding.
He had been rather distant of late.
When he spoke she knew immediately that the conversation to follow would not be easy.

As Will trailed off of his sentence, Indala closed the remaining gap between them and reached for his hand.
"Will, there is no need to apologize."
She looked him in the eye, trying to comfort him without words, showing him she understood.
"I've been really worried about you; you and Tamara. Please, what's happened to her?"
She asked the question trying not to let the panic she was feeling sound in her voice.
As the tears that built up at the corners of his eyes, she felt a stab of sadness and misery in her heart.

No longer worried about intruding on his space she reached up and wrapped him in her embrace.

Indala listened as she embraced him, she knew the Travers well; of them anyway.
Too well for her taste. They were despicable vile people the lot of them.

As Will's words sank in her strength dissolved, tears leaked from her own eyes.
She clung to Will even more than she already had been.
No words came to mind, there was nothing she could say anyway.
She simply held him as he held her, and cried together with him.

Slowly, Indala felt herself become cried-out.
Will was not heaving has he had been before either.
Still in his embrace she laid her head on his shoulder and took in his comforting scent
When he moved she looked up at him, not sure what to do or say next.

Will always seemed to know what should happen next, he was so confident and she admired that about him.
This time was no different, soon his lips met hers.
This time she did not panic or pull away, but instead kissed him back, taking full pleasure in it.
It was like nothing she had ever felt before, unlike anything she had ever imagined.
Happiness welled up inside her and she tilted her head slightly in order to match her lips to his better.

Indala giggled at Will's amazement knowing exactly how he was feeling.
She kissed back a second time, the butterflies in her stomach flew in
loop-de-loops and her heart raced until she could barely stand it.
Pulling away she looked him in the eyes.

Her mind reverted back to what they had been speaking about.
"Will, wherever Tamara is, I'm sure she will make it back.
She's a fighter and won't be taken down easily."
She paused thinking more on the subject now that she was over the shock.
" So, I guess this is more of a ploy to get at your father?"

The scenario was familiar to her.
There were many blood feuds and what not among the dark arts families that still remained.
They often used that kind of tactic to draw out the real enemy.