Diagon Alley

Laughing, they wander down Diagon Alley. Their latest mission ended in rather dismal failure. Eight hours spent outside a supposed Death Eater meeting point, only to find out it was the latest ravers' hot-spot. Ridiculous.

She catches sight of herself in the mirror and smiles at her reflection. Yes, her spiky pink hair is definitely working for her. Lately she's been feeling more beautiful, and she knows this has nothing to do with any objective change in her appearance, but rather a purely subjective shift in attitude. She feels happy and confident, particularly when around him.

Something to do with how he looks at her more lingeringly of late, and the jumping somersaults her heart does as a result. And he's been gracing her with a new smile. A bit more mischievous, a bit more private. Like they're sharing an in-joke no-one else is privy to. Which more often than not, they are.

She looks away from the window and realises it's starting to snow. She shivers, involuntarily, and the most wonderful thing happens. He slips an arm around her shoulders, without thinking. He almost catches himself and makes to retreat but she turns to him and beams. It's too late. He settles his arm round her and they keep walking.

Neither wants to go home anytime soon. She'd happily freeze in this snow if it meant more bodily contact with Remus.