"You." She met his gaze, wondering if she'd ever realised what colour his eyes were before. "How nice it is to sit with you. How lovely you were, the day Mr. Weasley married us." She lifted her hand, brushing his fingers, then clasped his hand to her cheek again.
"And I'm thinking how glad I am to be here with you." She'd thought other things about him, things she might not quite be ready to share, but these things were true. "Glad to be warm in front of the fire with you..."
Mandy looked at him another moment, then leaned and kissed the corner of his mouth. "Very glad," she whispered, then sat back and leaned again, this time setting her wine safely on the table.