In Vino Veritas

“Granger,” he cleared his throat. There was something unreadable about his eyes as he thinned his lips and took a deep breath. “What do you think of me?”

A flush of red crept to her face at the sudden question as she tried to choose her words, but before she could even think of what to say, her tongue was already moving out of her own volition.

“I think that you’re an incredible Professor,” she started, with a small voice that slowly got higher and higher as her resolve to stop herself from talking grew weaker. “Out of everyone here, you are the most intelligent, thoughtful and capable man I know. You have an incredible amount of patience when dealing with the students, it’s quite nice to see how much they trust you.”

She stopped to breathe a second in a poor attempt to recollect her thoughts. Her brain, muddled as it was, could already understand that something wrong had happened. But the horror morphed into her face as her restless tongue moved again.

“And you’re incredibly fit.”