Classic Taste

"He can see the freckles on her face fading into her flush; the December chill and (he likes to hope) his company have reddened her nose and her dimpled cheeks. 'Alright,' Remus agrees. 'I could go for a butterbeer myself.' Stupid thing to say, he chastises himself. Sounding so formal, like a professor. But Dorcas giggles and leads him inside the pub." Remus Lupin's first date.