"How long are you going to avoid him for?" Brooke asked, looking at Indianna in the reflection of the mirror.

"You can't really call it avoiding," Indianna grumbled and tied her hair up into a high ponytail. She stood up from the chair and grabbed her brown leather jacket from her bed, shrugging it on. "Not when I end up ill and in excruciating pain when I'm away from him for long periods of time."

"What do you do?" Brooke wondered. "To stop the pain you have to touch each other, at least Harry ...