"Amity doesn't live in Hogsmeade," Verity rolled her eyes good naturedly. She reached out as if she was going to pat him on the head, but pressed her fingertips to his forehead and pushed him back gently, closing the window. Grabbing a sweater that had been tossed over the footboard of her bed, Verity pulled it on and left her room, making her way to the front door.
She opened it and stuck her head out, but Trev was nowhere to be seen. "Trev?" she called, taking a step out of the house, the cold seeping through her socks almost immediately.