The peppermint frog: the embodiment of the best chocolate flavor in the entire world, and Gus had tried a lot of chocolate over the last decade. He grinned at her before he leaned forward to press a kiss against her nose — Winnie knew him well, and he loved her for it. Then he leaned back and his nose wrinkled. Maybe he just thought the bed was uncomfortable because he only found faults at Hogwarts as a feeble attempt to convince himself to leave. “I’m sure I can make it more comfortable. There’s probably a spell for it.”

He shook his head to move on from the conversation before he sat up and moved to take his own mug of cocoa; he groaned softly as he took his first sip. If she opened up a business, Win would definitely put Honeyduke’s out of business. (Which would be sad because then he’d never get his favorite chocolate frogs ever again.) Gus lifted an arm to wrap it around her. Winnie would always have a special spot in his bed, and she was one of the few women he actually could sleep peacefully next to

. “Well, I might, now that I have that house in Bartonburg… move?” Because Fig had won the Ireland cottage, which was what he really wanted. “Stay there for the summer at least, and maybe for the school year. I haven’t really decided.” Gus took another sip of the cocoa. “But I like living in the castle because Basil is a hop, skip, and a jump away. But if I moved to Bartonburg, I’d be closer to you. Though I’d make you come over at least once a week to keep me company, just the two of us —” Which he was sure would make Dory mad but Gus couldn’t care less about his feelings, “So you’ll probably be ready to move me back into Hogwarts after a few months.”

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