            Hermione tugged at her sleeves as she gazed out into the snow-dusted woods. She had transfigured a cream jumper into a knee-length sweater dress, the cowl neck snuggling up beneath her chin. After attempting to get him in something resembling dress robes, Sirius had conceded to wearing his leather jacket with dress slacks—and she had to admit, he looked fit. She turned back towards the cabin, smiling as he trudged towards her through the snow.