"Well," she considered the offer, suddenly restless with that niggling feeling she had a difficult time pinning down. "You've always been a clever dancer, Draco. I don't think I've ever told you that before," she cast her eyes upward, as if she might recall having done so if she studied the ceiling hard enough.

Happily, she reached for a brownie and let out a light hiss at the heat still thick in the flakes. Pan scrabbled along the counter, his little nose twitching. "Kind of hot, still, but they'll do."