"Helga? Helga Hufflepuff?" Trish asked, pulling away enough to look at him with an expression that seemed to be the perfect mix of disbelief and excitement. "She's here, too? This place is fantastic!" It was entirely like Trish to find such amazement in a place like this one. The idea that she should be concerned was likely a few days off at least.
"Of course I'm cold!" She laughed. "I didn't fall asleep with a jacket on. Who controls the weather here, anyways?"