Karen is informed by owl that she's a prefect. She writes her friends about that, of course.
Her hands are still cold. She finds someplace warm to tuck them while she kisses him back.
"Don't think it's quite time to say it in English, yet." Kiss. "Even Cricket would find it satisfactorily complimentary, promise."
"He does! But I think he could stand to be a little more lenient, I like you a lot more than he does."
More of that, less talking.
Miranda's hands have to be warm by now but they're still under his robes and it's lovely and maybe his hands are a little chilly too.
Minor does have nice warm knees, it's true. She squeaks when he goes for hers and then giggles.
Miranda is so great and the tent is so cozy and oh that's how people end up making terrible life choices because gosh if they involved more Miranda he could make some pretty terrible life choices.