After the meeting
And her wings were much broader than they had been just the night before. With time, and the education from her Grandfather-while he had been there, she'd grown them to be nearly as big as her angelic Aunts and Uncles. Without the blinding property that came along with them. She could now carry her own body weight, and that of at least two people.
Hope flushed slightly when he knelt in front of her. Who in their right minds would complain about Neville Longbottom, kneeling in front of them? The last few pieces were simply Holy chainmail that had been fine enough to wear beneath. "Something silky?" She actually had no clue on what she had in her drawers. She just knew she wanted to feel as much of his body heat as she could.