Sally and Harold
She blushed at Harold's compliment. "We really should have. Wayne and I used to build forts all the time. I dunno why we never thought of doing it here," she replied, munching on the rest of the chocolate frog. She crossed her legs, playing with the hemline of her shorts.
"You know what goes really well with chocolate frogs?" Her question was sudden, and seemingly out of the blue. However, she had been thinking about how to try to be more normal around Harold, and not let him in on the fact that she was having dreams about him nearly every night. Instead of waiting for his response, Sally crawled to one of the other 'walls' of the fort, and rummaged around under a pillow. "Fizzy drinks," she said, smirking as she handed one to Harold. "You best enjoy that too, because all of this came from my own personal stash. You're all lucky I'm so generous," she said, flashing him a wink.