Hugo smiled at her making faces. There was something so easy about spending time with his best friend, and to this day he was grateful for her friendship throughout their time in school. He so easily could have been that outcast - quieter than even the most studious Ravenclaws, youngest child of not one but two war heroes... But she had saved him, in a way.
"Books it is," he said, digging a Muggle tome he'd been meaning to start from his satchel. He settled in, lifting his thigh lightly for her to burrow her toes under. He then toed off his shoes, took another sip of his tea, and opened his book with a smile. The perfect day off, if you asked him.