As they stepped out into the cold, Megan pulled on her knit cap and her matching gloves that her mum had sent her for Christmas.
"I'd be honoured if you would, good sir," she giggled, taking his hand. Even through the warmth of her gloves, she could feel the heat from his hand and it made her feel good for the first time in a long time.
"It is peaceful," she admitted, looking at the footprints in the snow and then looking up at the clear night sky dotted with thousands of stars. "And beautiful. I didn't think Hogsmeade could look different at night."