"It is nice up here," she agreed, wrapping her hands around her cup and loving how the cuffs of his jumper came almost down to her fingertips. It was soft, and warm, and smelled like Neville... The breeze lifted her hair and she closed her eyes, breathing in the scent of flowers and earth.
Hogsmeade? Mandy opened her eyes, going over what he'd said again, then nodded. "It is nice. Quiet, most of the time." She took a sip of her tea, then looked at him. "You can grow whatever you want at our place, you know. Rachel doesn't care, and the landlord told us that he doesn't either..." It would be nice, come springtime, to have a garden full of flowering things...
She took another sip, then leaned back with a sigh. She couldn't help thinking about it. Lunch with her mother, and how horribly wrong it had gone. Why couldn't her mother just accept what she was? Accept that things were the way they were? She realised after a moment that she'd been scowling at a plant completely undeserving of her irritation, and she gave Neville an apologetic look. "Had lunch with my mother," she said by way of explanation. "Bad food reminded me."