She touches my hand, she don't seem to mind
We can go home, we can be civilized
Just past midnight • Monday, December 25
It was Christmas, and all the persistent thoughts that ran through one's mind during the busy winter season — for Lupin simply chalked his distraction up to the holiday, in the main — would simply have to make way for more important things.
Such as a midnight picnic on the Astronomy tower balcony.
Remus lazily directed the final sprigs of mistletoe to their places in the arrangement that would be floating over their heads and nodded in self-satisfaction.
Presents hidden, food and champagne waiting for the signal, warming charms in place, stars shining brightly.
All he needed now was to wake up the Astronomy professor for her surprise.