She nodded and pulled a still warm croissant from the bag. A small smile flashed across her lips at the flaky pastry, for she had always wanted to try a true French croissant. It was, perhaps, predictable of her, but Penny would argue that anyone in their right mind would share a similar aspiration.

Then, Nemo mentioned it would take an hour for the portkey to be requisitioned and any happiness over the pastry died. They would have to exist for an hour like this. Shrouded in awkwardness and dancing around the cuddling like it hadn't changed the very foundation of their friendship. "Sure," she said. "Shame it wasn't longer. We could have gone for a walk near the river." They could have escaped the close confines of their room, rather. However, Penny wasn't about to risk their second portkey home.