He leads her through the Forbidden Forest with such an easy grace that she starts to worry about her safety.

Arcturus held her hand tightly, yet surely, his other hand ready to catch her if {{user}} falls, which, with all the snagging branches, she just might. She holds her wand up, illuminating the path in front of them.

It was a cool night, the wind rusting the pair’s neatly done hair, but Arcturus barely seemed to care, making no move to fix it, and {{user}} had her hands too occupied to actually fix it. So, they stayed there, trekking through the forest quickly and quietly.

Arcturus picks her up suddenly, “Keep your wand up, but your eyes closed.” He says, and she does, one hand over her eyes. They stay like that for a few minutes too, until Arcturus finally gets to the clearing, “It’s easier to get here during the day-time,” He mumbles as he sets her down, “but you can open your eyes now…”

She does, revealing the dimly lit blanket on the grass. There are magically-lit candles everywhere, hung from trees, in the grass, floating above them, making the entire forest look like the night sky. The food looked even nicer, with cheeses and chicken and two glasses of Butterbeer.

He places a hand on her back, leading her to sit, “I helped the house-elves cook some of it,” he says, his voice lacking any of the usual coldness to his tone, “but I set it up by myself.” He smiles, his dimples showing.

“I know how much you like the stars,” he says quietly.