"It's a very nice skirt, I'd say."

"Of course you would." She giggled. Giving him a small playful shove. "I think it makes my legs look very nice." Of course he legs always looked nice, this skirt just showed it off a lot more.

"Because it wouldn't be your face they would be looking at."

She pushed him again. "Oh! You! You're so bad!" She giggled. "I can't believe you'd say that. You mean my charming personality isn't what's important? It's just my breasts they are interested in, is it?"

"Well, I ain't planning on being no pig, see? So I hopes you don't mind if I refuse being turned into one."

"Oh well." She tossed her hair lightly over one shoulder. "You can refuse. I doubt I care much about your opinion on the matter. If I desire you to be a pig, you would be a pig. That's the way being a sorceress works. What I says goes. And I say that we'll have to

"But where did you have in mind to walk to?"

She grinned. "Wouldn't you like to know?" Somewhere quiet where they could talk, or what ever he wanted to do, where they wouldn't be interrupted. She figured she'd have to go off to the side of the court yard, somewhere secluded, so no one would bother them. First years had a huge problem of interrupting them.

"And then, if that didn't work, I'd just try this. But of course, you might not like that."

She giggled, "Of course, I'd like that." She wrapped her arms around his neck, and kissed him back. "Wasn't what I had in mind, but we can compromise. And by compromise, I mean do this." She kissed him again. "Because this way were both happy. I know it makes me happy. I feel much warmer already and I didn't have to turn you in to a pig."