And with that, Ashley was swept off the ground. Instinctively, she wrapped her arms around Sirius’ neck while he carried her bridal-style. Her ruffled protests were futile and this time around, Remus made no move to help her and only watched on in amusement. She stopped struggling in favor of pouting, worried that her flailing about would cause Sirius to drop her. Although she knew he would never do such a thing. It was just that, she had never had people who were so casual with carrying her around without a care. Well, that wasn’t completely true. Ashley had always been light so Mitchelle had fun whisking her off her feet, much to her chagrin. But being carried by a man was a different thing altogether. It made Ashley so...self-conscious, and she didn’t like that feeling very much.