Hermione walked backwards, still facing him as she laughed. It was a real, big laugh, the sort that had seemed to die a little during the war. For a moment it was easy to imagine that a more socially adept Hermione might have been rather popular- she had a good sound to her laughter, and her smile was a better trait of hers physically.
The squeeze felt nice, even if she would never say it. She raised a brow at the question, secretly not wanting to go back inside quiet yet. "It depend, if I go inside will your mother still be playing that Celestina woman's records?" she asked, not quiet sure if she'd gotten the name right.