Mandy grinned. The jumper he tossed her had no label and she'd often wondered if it was handmade, but if it was, it was exquisitely done. Soft and cabled and warm.
She pulled it over her head and lifted her hair free, then tugged on her jeans before heading to the kitchen and the tea. Kettle heated. Leaves in the pot. Scones on a plate, gently warmed with a swish of her wand. She couldn't resist pulling a crumbly berry off the top of one and eating it while she pulled out mugs.
The tea was steeping by the time he came into the kitchen. "I really like being here, you know," she said, over her shoulder. "So does my mug." She held up one with her name in bright letters. "I can't even remember bringing it here, but I looked for it yesterday and thought I was going crazy..."