"Tell me about it," Andrew said, wiggling his own bare fingers to demonstrate his lack of appropriate winter wear before he shoved them back into the pockets of his coat. Fortunately, the warming charms were enough to keep the chill away as long as he remembered to keep his hands close to his body.
He smiled, always pleased to meet someone younger, since he lived almost entirely with people older than him. "Gryffindor 1999. What are you doing?" Granted, he'd seen her coming out of the WWN building, so he could guess. "Interviewing or being interviewed?"