"This is very true." He started to put his hands into his pockets, thought better of it, and looped his thumbs through his beltloops. "I am not! I found out her favorite flower, now I'm gonna go get her one." He smiled dreamily as they touched the portkey together, and continued his conversation on the London streets.
"We played the 20 questions game, and I asked." He shrugged and smiled.
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