"Gryffindors," he said with an exaggerated sigh. "Can't live without them, but can't let them burn down the world either. Thank MERLIN for food. Or maybe we should thank Helga."
Even though it was summer, the night was cool, especially in the wooded area. Without thinking, he scooted closer so he could pull some of his sleeping bag over Alice. He was quiet for a moment after she hinted at the argument from the night before. He hadn't been able to see any of it, but she mentioned bits on their walk. "I don't think you are pouting," he said finally. "You are mulling is all. If everyone spoke without thinking, no one would ever get anywhere." It took all types to make a world spin. "It is going to get better though. Not like home, but better." He had been in the village too long; he knew the storms passed. Then again, they passed in real time too.