"I don't have to be standing." She told him, leaning against the bar counter and looking him over. "I could be on my back if you'd like it better."
He have him a wink and then picked up the red parcel she'd brought with her, clumsily handing it over the bar to him, shaking it back and forth until he took it from her.
"Merry Christmas!" She announced with a smile.
It was Christmas eve, of course, and so the Broomsticks was empty. The respectable patrons that her bar attracted certainly had better places to be for the holidays. But, she really didn't--and she was more than happy to be here with Dumbledore.