The hug took Gage by surprise. He didn't get much physical contact these days. Outside the occasional bar brawl. So physical affection was even rarer. He stood there, awkwardly, until Gemma let go. "The night's not over." His pint should still be waiting for him. Or a fresh one would be in its place. His book would be untouched. Gage knew that much.
"Common sense isn't at all common," he remarked. "Maybe it should be. go home Gemma. Wherever that home may be." Preferably not in Hogsmeade where she could get herself into trouble.