"No?" Harry asked with a bemused look on his face. "Why, Alice, are you often out breaking curfew and other rules?" He didn't doubt she would have no trouble getting out of trouble. She had the face of an angel and a smile that could melt glaciers.
He felt his cheeks get warm as she flashed the expression he had guessed she'd perfected. He looked away as not to show his embarrassment but it was likely too late. "You do look like you aren't a trouble maker," he told her, hoping to distract both her and himself.
Pouring some cocoa for himself, he took a sip. "Is it always that same night? That you...come here?" Harry wanted to slap his forehead. Could he have been any less subtle?