Romilda stood on her skates, a little more gracefully (though walking on ice skates was never easy even for someone who was used to it, like she was), and reached out to catch him, laughing. "Here, hold on to me," she said, not complaining about having an excuse for him to do that at all. "You'll get the hang of it."
She lead him carefully toward the pond, just a few steps away. Now would be the real trick, the actual skating.