There was a small part of him that was jealous. Who didn't like that she was gone for this many hours and then came home beaming with happiness. He knew it was silly and ridiculous and wrong, and he was supposed to love that she was happy. He did too. He was insanely proud of her. He just- He was being silly and he should stop it. It wasn't as if he didn't have a job where he had insanely late hours at times.
"Good," he answered, happily moving to accommodate her. "Not too busy, spent the day walking around at Hogwarts without anything happening. There is so much snow now, it's even colder than it was with the Dementors." Wasn't that ironic, they spent as little time together as they had at Hogwarts, and he was still spending his days walking around the place. At least he got to leave when the day was done.
He kissed her. "There is food," he added. "I already ate."