"Your hands are freezing donât touch me!â
âtheyâre not that bad!â she wouldnât knowâshe canât feel them. âi did not make myself public enemy number one cheering for you during quidditch matches for you to not!â she stomps her foot with every word, following after the evading gryffindor. âkeep! me! warm!â peyton dares a few quicker steps forward, colliding against his back with a small grunt and reaching up, fingers sliding around his neck with a happy sigh.
âsee, there, not so bad.âÂ

















