He let his eyes drop slowly to take her all in, travelling back up to her face with the resounding opinion that Lavender Brown was a fox. Legs for miles, long blonde hair, she was even smiling. He nodded appreciatively and pushed off the wall, taking a drag of his cigarette and his lip curling into a smile back. He looked down at his own outfit, and bobbed his eyebrows at her, "Nah, who wants to be part of the crowd?" Especially this one, he thought as he flicked ash towards the ground.
Tipping his head in the direction of the door to Fortescue's, Harold pursed his lips cheekily. "I fancy a mint-chocolate," he said lightly, without taking another step. He had said in the journals she ought to buy him one. It was a test more than anything, to see how she'd react, how far he could push her, how gullible she might be or how much she really wanted his help. He also wouldn't mind a free ice cream. Things always tasted better when you didn't pay for it yourself.