Dylan smirked. "Something like that. He seems like a real arse. Typical Slytherin in other words, though there are the rare exception."
Her excitement was fun though, and he smiled at her. "Of course we can. Well there are limits, with it being a Muggle house and all. We have more freedom in a Magical building, with a Muggle one we have to take the construction into account, but the short answer is yes, we can." He looked out over the crowd and immediately wished he hadn't. Instead he turned his attention right back to Allison, blocking the rest of the people at the funeral out.
He nodded when she said she didn't want to think of her problems now. "Food, alcohol and forgetting on the agenda," he said instead, kissing the top of her head lightly.