She had no idea what kind of expression was on her face when she exited the carriage, but she was almost 100% sure it wasn’t a smile. He had helped her down the flimsy step with a giant smile on his face before slipping his hand onto her lower back and leading her into the building. It was a ridiculously ornate structure that soared high into the air, built so that dignitaries could watch the Quidditch pitch outside from a position of comfort.