Rachel was worried - she was really worried. She knew that Brody was a big boy, and that he could handle himself just fine, and she was ever so slightly concious of seeming like the annoying, clingy girlfriend, who he would grow kind of irritated with, before shaking her off. And sure, Brody was a good guy. A really good guy, an amazing guy. But that was half of the problem. He wasn’t just kind of insanely hot, he was a really nice person. It almost wasn’t fair. And he wanted to be with her. He could have anyone, and he was with her. It made her feel dizzy.
But as she rapped her knuckles against his door, and conjured up her best smile, she couldn’t help herself from biting her lip slightly, and tucking some hair behind her ear. She hoped that he was okay, and that he was safe… a part of her hoped that his family hadn’t found out about her. Dating a muggleborn would mean the end of everything with Brody. She didn’t know what she’d do.