Jeremy's heart lightened at the confirmation that Miss Sinclair did not wish to leave any more than he wished her to leave. He paused in their walking, turning to face her, "You do belong in Hogsmeade." Jeremy found himself assuring her. The town would cease to shine and sparkle if Sadie no longer promised to be on its streets for a walk or gracing the tables of a dinner party. His free hand guided up to her's nestled in the crook of his arm, gently he placed it on top. He had been thinking of a moment like this for a while now, considering how he might broach the subject, how he might suggest where this was all leading. And now it was here.

"I would have you stay here in Hogsmeade if you would have it." He told her gravely, hoping she understood the layers of his words, the future he was offering, the promise his words held. He would offer her the world, not only because it was her wish, but because it was also his and it was a wish that he could grant. A wish that could bring them the promise of greater happiness, of a life that twined together, of walks together in Podmore Park and afternoons spent sipping tea and discussing books or her own curiosity, of balls where she arrived on his arm and nights where she curled up close to him. A promise, a wish, of a life together.