Let's be alone together with chocolate and stories

Harry could just close his eyes and imagine Ron's blunt questions, Hermione's knowing (pitying) eyes and questions of why. Perhaps here was a good place after all. Lupin didn't seem terrible. But then again so had stammering Quirrell whose classroom stunk of garlic in fear of a vampire he'd anger coming back. So had Lockhart who,while annoying and useless, besides signing a letter-