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sarahlooo 
Milton followed his fellow-Ravenclaw inside and rubbed his hands together to get them warmer faster. He sighed, feeling the temperature difference from outside. Much better. And it seemed Presley was enjoying the warmth too. He followed her to the table and took the seat across from her. He suddenly wondered if people around them would wonder if they were... on a ... date... or something.
"Yeah, it does," he agreed, taking a look around. Funny, the last time he was here was with Taryn... right after they broke up. Good times. "So, what do you want? My treat," he offered with a smile. Since it was gentlemen-like or something like that. And he was feeling generous.
His treat? Presley wanted to shake her head and tell him that she had invited him, so really she should be paying, but ettiquette required her to smile, and let him.
"That's so kind of you!" She grinned at him.
"May I have a butterbeer?" She glanced around at all of the people around her. This was fun. Maybe she should have invited someone else so that Milton wouldn't feel like it was a date or something. Because it clearly wasn't. It was two friends, out for a drink after being out in the cold all afternoon. Much as Presley would love it to be a date, it wasn't.
She smoothed her wind-blown hair.
"You ready for NEWT's?" she asked with a laugh. They were a while away still, but Presley had seen year after year the seventh years get more and more frazzled as the date grew closer.