The crisp winter air greeted you both as you walked hand in hand through the cobbled streets of Hogsmeade. Snowflakes drifted lazily from the sky, dusting the rooftops and adding a soft, ethereal glow to the world around you. The village was bustling with students enjoying the day off from classes, but none of them seemed to matter now. All that mattered was the person beside you.

Lily's laughter filled the air as you both navigated the street, stopping to admire the colorful windows of Zonko's Joke Shop and the tempting sweets in Honeydukes. She pulled you towards a window filled with chocolate frogs, grinning mischievously.

—“Do you think we could eat our weight in candy today?” she teased, her eyes twinkling.

You smirked and shrugged.

As you walked down the street, you found yourself drawn to the warmth of The Three Broomsticks, its windows glowing invitingly from within. The fire crackled inside, and the smell of mulled mead and butterbeer drifted out into the cool air. Lily’s hand slipped into yours as you pushed open the door, the sound of merry chatter filling the space.

Madam Rosmerta, always quick to spot familiar faces, greeted you both with a smile and a wink.

—“A table for two, I presume?”

You nodded, and she led you to a quiet corner, away from the busy crowd. Once seated, Lily’s hand never left yours, her fingers intertwined with yours comfortably. It was still a new feeling in some ways, being this close to her in public, but it felt right. Perfect, even.

You ordered a pair of butterbeers, your favorite drink for occasions like this, and for a moment, there was only the soft clinking of mugs and the warmth between you.