The distance was so incredibly awkward. Fallon longed to hold his hand or loop her arm through his, anything to maintain the physical contact they'd become so accustomed to throughout the past week. "Cocoa and maybe a stop at the Honeyduke's stall if there is one?" Fallon could think of no better way to ring in the New Year than on a sugar high. (Well, there were a few better ways, but none they could act upon on the streets of Hogsmeade. Not when the rest of the civilized world were unaware of their attachment.)

With cocoa in hand she dared to stand just a step too close to him. It wasn't her reputation she worried over (though, really she ought to considering her profession) but his. "I didn't think maintaining proper distance would be this difficult," she said as they walked a few feet away from the nearest person.