"Yeah, I'll be fine," Ford said, though he could already tell he was going to be cold by the time they arrived at the manor. Not his hands, tucked deep inside his pockets, but his cheeks and his ears and his wrists where his sleeves rode up a bit when he walked. Hopefully the dinner they'd prepared for them was a warm one. If not, there was always the bottle of wine in Lestrange's bag to add a little color to his cheeks.

"The moon's so big tonight," he observed, as they continued walking. "I think we missed the full moon by a couple of days. So if you hear any ghostly wolves howling in the woods tonight, you'll know it's just the Muggles trying to spook us," he added with a grin. Ghostly werewolves were probably more frightening than regular werewolves, from a Muggle point of view, but Ford knew quite well that ghosts could actually touch people, which made them quite harmless. The worst damage a ghost had ever caused was startling someone to death (which did happen - particularly with Muggles), but in theory if you were brave you had nothing at all to worry about. Not that Ford was particularly brave. He didn't think of himself as a brave person, anyway. He wondered if Lestrange did.