It was almost instantaneous as they walked along the path, but Henry soon found himself having his hand on the small of her back, like he always used to. It felt right, like instinct. They spent so many months together, and that was how he enjoyed holding her, leading her. He didn’t like being so far away from her, and it soothed him to know that there was a small amount of touch to keep them together. It’d be a lie if he said he didn’t miss this at all. Just being with Gwen, one of his lost loves. And in that moment, he felt like it was back when they shared skies, shared classrooms, and shared the warmth of his bed. It wasn’t long before they finally reached the Leaky Cauldron, an old favorite of his own. Everything was just as it were, save for new people he hadn’t recognized. Time had slowed, and it was like there was nothing wrong. No war, no death, no pain. Just them.
“Firewhiskey, love,” he said with a nod. Like that, the barmaid made her way away from the duo, his attention turning to the surrounding area before finding Gwen again. “What I do, huh? Well. There’s a lot I can’t really say. I spend way too much of my time just pushing papers, sitting behind a desk, and training the new recruits. But I spend a lot of time in the Time Room, the Space Chamber, and in the Hall of Prophecies. Too much time, actually. I guess that says a lot about me.” With a chuckle, he looked down at his hands, his gaze sauntering over to her own while his hand slipped over her own, squeezing lightly. “What about you? How’s Quidditch? I haven’t been keeping up.”
"Time room," she said quietly and curiously as she swept her gloves from her hands and slipped them into her back pockets. Hands fell onto the table and the drinks came quickly thereafter. With a silent thank you, she turned to face him once again. Brows knitted together as she grasped her bottled beer and took a small sip before setting it down once again. "As in time, actual time? I thought that was a myth. Wow,” she mused slightly mystified. “Even if you’re pushing papers, that sounds hell of a lot more interesting that pretty girls riding brooms.” A smile, playful and teasing, adorned her lips then as she winked playfully at him. Before she could reach to her beer to take another sip, she felt her cold fingers become wrapped in warmth. Eyes flitted down to see his hand covering hers. A light flush stained her cheeks a soft pink and she smiled even more so. “Quidditch has been… brilliant.” Swallowing, she turned her hand up and pressed her palm against his, enjoying the feel of his skin. It had been so long.
"I think people cling onto Quidditch like I do. I mean, with everything that it going on— it’s nice to have a sense of normalcy. Every match isn’t sold out like it used to be, but the stands stay packed. However, players are dropping out all the time. Especially those of muggle birth," she said as her voice lowered somewhat. One thing she had learned, anyone could be lurking and listening. "Right now, there is good and bad when it comes to everything. However, I love it more that I ever thought possible. We’re doing alright, but I think the Bulgarians have it this year." Voice soft, she shrugged and nodded at him. "So, what exactly can’t you tell me about your job, hmm?"