"I don't like being dirty," whined Daphne Hopton, shutting her eyes tightly. In a small fit of rage she stamped her foot. She was not getting dirty! And. That. Was. Final. Taking a deep shaky breath, Daphne nodded. "I remember. Safe with you. Always. Always safe with you," assured the Gryffindor and as if to prove it, she stood on the tip of her toes to land a sloppy kiss somewhere along his jaw.

He was too tall for his own good; or Daphne's good, whichever.

"Why would I invite someone else? Besides, I think it might be a while before it rains. Does it usually rain in November? I imagine it would be really cold."