Lily tilted her head. "You have? Really?" She couldn't imagine anyone wanting to meet her, ordinary Gryffindor.
"Well, now you have." She smiled and gave his hand a quick squeeze just because it seemed like the thing to do, then tucked her chilly fingers back into her muff.
"What sort of things have you heard? All good, I hope."
Lily looked across the expanse of trees and colour, nodding. "We always come. It's really pretty, and it makes it seem more like Christmas is coming, somehow, even if I don't really understand all the meaning behind it."