Seamus was beginning to grow restless sitting at home by himself all day every day, and he found his biggest relief came when it was time to pick up Emma from school. They'd go on a walk through the village before heading home, and Emma would always point out the clouds in the sky, commenting on which cloud looked like a heart or a boot or a marshmallow.
So it was on this day. They had just rounded the corner of a street and come upon a rather clean, grassy section of earth. One of Emma's favorite past times on nice days was to lie down and stare up at the sky--no matter how cold Seamus got from doing so.
They'd been lying in the long grass for about five minutes when they heard someone approach, and Seamus sat up quickly, his hand on his wand in case he needed it. Emma popped up, too, and she grinned when she saw the woman sitting down on the grass near them.
"Hello!" she chirped, waving her hand. Seamus looked sideways at her. Someone really needed to tell her that it wasn't good to talk to strangers. Especially strangers around Hogsmeade. He glanced back at the woman sitting on the grass.