[ At least he's smiling; that's something she can cling to and she nods her head. She can trust Waver with the knowledge of her House - he can't get in without her, at least, given that everything is closed down and Floo is essentially the only way. ]

We can go to my house, if you'd like, and have a drink. It'd be better than standing around outside in the cold shivering our fingers off.

[ There's a lot to talk about and it's cold, the settled winds blustering her hair around her face before she shoves it up behind her hat. Thank goodness she'd brought so many clothes in her beaded bag, otherwise she'd be relying on the cloaks from Caer Glaem. She doesn't want to spend too long there if she can, not right now.

Padfoot beams, shoving his face into the offered hand with a happy noise, a contented growl. ]

That is Padfoot. A gift from a friend a while ago.