"Oh, I don't know," Hermione said with a small wave of her hand, "It's up to you really. I have no where to be, and I am very much enjoying your company. It's been a long time since I met someone new, or gone out anywhere that wasn't under Order escort or carried the threat of iminate death," Hermione stood as well and glanced towards the windows, "Oh wow, look at it come down! It's beautiful, isn't it? I always loved snow. I also very much like tiramisu. Did I mention I very much like the name Octavius?"
She picked up her coat but didn't put it on, and she took a tone much like the one she took with Harry or the younger kids when teaching them something, "Octavius is the name of a character in the Shakespearan play Julius Casear. My name is from a Shakespeare play too! It's from A Winter's Tale. It's also a form of the names Hermes, which was the Roman G-" Hermione blinked and looked at Octavius, and her fingers came to her mouth again as she blinked shyly, "Oh my word. I'm babbling again."