"... Thanks." He handed her glass back and watched as she took her place by the fire, wondering why he hadn't thought to set out blankets. ... Or pillows. It looked pretty perfect, much better than benches. But that sort of thing was definitely in the same column as al fresco dinners - things he still sincerely doubted he could really accomplish. He sat at her side, stretching his legs out toward the grate. "Nicest the garden's looked in a while," he said, with a mildly embarrassed look around. "Best decorated, anyway."
It wasn't a place he usually had company, aside from the occasional visit from his sister or his cousin. But he liked it; it felt warmer, quite aside from the fire and the blankets. "Aside from the dueling Houses," he said, turning to her and nudging one of the cushions behind him, "everything's going smoothly? I'm not sure who would be worse - the NEWT students or the newcomers. ... Or the supervisor, really." He could absolutely understand needing a break, wanting to get out of the shadow of the castle for a little while.