Here was the comfort, the re-assurance she’d needed. “I like the sound of that.” Murmured against his chest as her lips tugged up softly at the way his voice rumbled out of him in that brogue that was oh so familiar. Here, enveloped in Oliver’s large embrace was where she could let the walls down for just a moment and not be worried about the scars showing. She knew she was lucky to have a friendship like this; one she could depend on, without judgement and she’d do anything for the large blond man she was cuddled up to. Her love for him ran deeper than she’d ever admit, a friendship so damned strong that it surprised even her at times.
Heat was seeping from his body, warming her own in ways that warming charms couldn’t. It wasn’t so much the body heat that she’d craved but the promise of safety which was more real than the grip on the slim wooden wand. As the blanket settled over her, her eyes began to weigh down with the effects of the red wine and his presence. She knew she’d be safe for a little while. “Help yourself to pizza..,” chin jutting towards the box on the table as she snuggled a little closer in and not caring about things like proprietary. “Love you.” Affectionate but never careless with her emotions, the former Ravenclaw meant those words.