Narrowing her eyes as Hermione slowed to a stop and craned her neck to get a view of the plant overhead, she allowed herself a small inhale of surprise. She'd heard, naturally, about the mistletoe's antics this year, how it was particularly unpredictable in that it no longer appeared in the space of the rec room alone, but instead chose to pop up at will wherever it felt that a bit of mischief needed to be made. As such, her lips pursed with sympathy, Hermione shaking her head lightly and easily resolving to help Kate out of the situation. (No matter how inexperienced people thought her at times, a kiss between friends was really no burden at all.)
Glancing over her shoulder, Hermione shook her head. "I might not be the best judge of that," she admitted. "There were plenty of ghosts who filtered through the halls of my school, and some of them were just as taciturn as the people here. Admittedly, though, considering the fact that passing through a ghost feels rather similar to being suddenly drenched with icy water, I wouldn't personally try kissing any of them." Her lips curved into a grin.
"Well, then I guess I'm just gonna have to kiss you," Kate said with a sigh, as if it was a terrible hardship, but her grin probably gave her away. "Which should probably be something we never mentioned to Harry, right?" It was a little like Harry having to kiss her brother, which she would totally understand in a situation like this, but she'd still never want to hear about it. Ever.
It was much better than having to kiss a total stranger, too. There was a level of weirdness in kissing a stranger that Kate wasn't prepared for, even if it meant she got stuck here all night.
"Harry might very well be rather scandalized if we told him, yes," Hermione agreed with a slight huff of a laugh, before her own nose wrinkled at the thought, realizing just how closely she'd end up connected to Harry, in a way, by this. Ultimately, of course, it wasn't a major concern. Physically, there would be nothing transferred from Harry, then to Kate, and finally to herself. (Probably not, at least. Hermione didn't want to imagine how any of them would react if some type of bug happened to be passed between the three.) "And actually, I'd rather not think of him too much right now, myself. Although really, I think for both him and Ron, the shock might outweigh any potential amount of dismay."
Grinning, she stepped forward, her balance not quite set and slightly awkward, for how she wasn't quite sure how to approach the kiss. "So, erm. Peck on the lips, I suppose?"
Glancing over her shoulder, Hermione shook her head. "I might not be the best judge of that," she admitted. "There were plenty of ghosts who filtered through the halls of my school, and some of them were just as taciturn as the people here. Admittedly, though, considering the fact that passing through a ghost feels rather similar to being suddenly drenched with icy water, I wouldn't personally try kissing any of them." Her lips curved into a grin.
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It was much better than having to kiss a total stranger, too. There was a level of weirdness in kissing a stranger that Kate wasn't prepared for, even if it meant she got stuck here all night.
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Grinning, she stepped forward, her balance not quite set and slightly awkward, for how she wasn't quite sure how to approach the kiss. "So, erm. Peck on the lips, I suppose?"
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