He grinned, relaxing more as the minutes passed. If she'd been going to hex him, she'd have done it by now, and not spent time with joking. "Actually, it was Remus. Always the quiet ones, you know?" Now, if only he could find the other man, and attempt to make amends. "And I was talking about the grandson Sirius married. Really, Harry was uncreative with the names. It gets confusing now. Two Albuses, two Jameses and two Lilys."
He laughed with her, feeling better than he had in he didn't know how long. He shuddered when she mentioned Grindlewald, but kept grinning. "Really, I don't want to know anything about Dumbledore and Grindelwald, all right? It's disturbing." He eyed the shoes again, and grimaced. "Well, don't expect me to go around in heels. I'd look ridiculous, and probably break something."
He eyed the broom, but it was the quickest way to get to the gates. He shrunk the bag and stuck it in his pocket, and then climbed on carefully behind her. He made sure to keep his hands in appropriate places, and studied the back of her head rather than looking down.