He sees her walking an unknown path while on his way to Hogsmeade. She's bundled up, her nose and cheeks pink.

He follows her. There's a tall swaying house in the distance.

Do you miss home? Do you miss your parents like I do mine?

How do you live a life devoid of magic?

Why are you you?

He shakes his head as if physical movement can dispel these thoughts. She's been on his mind more and more these days.

He's about to leave her be when he hears the soft crunch of snow. He sees Weasel-Bee.

Go away, Weasley.