Harry didn't worry especially about being warm -- there were spells for that sort of thing, of course -- but he also just didn't mind the chilly bite at the tip of his nose or finger tips. Sometimes it was nice. It helped him clear his head a bit. Merlin knew he needed it sometimes, and now was definitely one of those times. He felt like he'd been wholly bombarded with people and information that even his wild imagination couldn't have foreseen.
It was brilliant. But the chance to step away from it with spiked hot cocoa and Jan was brilliant, too.
"I bet," he said, looking around them -- it did seem like it'd be something else in the summer, even if it was quiet and dead now. He looked forward to seeing the shops all open and lit up with warmth some few months down the road. Mimes though? That was a weird one. "I hope you didn't put him completely out of a job," he said with a half smile. Jan was fiery. That was good to know. "I guess I'd never thought about it before. I'll have to do my best to avoid them in the future. I reckon you've some good tips for it."
He took another sip of his drink, pleased at the way it warmed all the way down. "So? You know the place better than do. What kind of pub do you like?"