Lily forced a worried smile, snuggling up to James for warmth before she slipped away from him and tugged on her hat. It was a bunny that hat, white with long floppy ears and a face with button eyes. The strings hung down her shoulders, getting lost in her hair as she tugged on her matching bunny eared mittens and shivered again. She loved the way the snow was falling, but she wasn't fond of the cold. Soup and cocoa sounded great.<br/><br/>She bit her lip and shyly reached her mittened hand out, taking James's and looking down at her feet anxiously. She rarely took his hand, letting their relationship stick mainly to the random cuddling that happened every now and then, and only when she was feeling especially clingy. But today she wanted his hand, something safe and sturdy to hold onto in case her knees went out from beneath her or she slipped on a patch of ice or something.<br/><br/>Opening her mouth, Lily made another attempt at saying something, and still nothing. She frowned and sighed, giving up again as her voice remained lost. She wanted it back though, was ready to have it back.<br/><br/>Sirius laughed. His eyes gleamed with excitement and he rubbed his hands together. "Your mum's cocoa is amazing though. It's enough to make anyone have some desires." He grinned and shoved the cards that hard started repairing themselves into his pockets, making sure to gather the pieces from all around him so that he didn't end up with a deck of strangely shaped cards. He smiled up at Riley and got up, slipping his cloak around himself and reaching for her hand. He liked holding her hand.. it was small, and soft, and warm, and just so perfectly fit in his that he couldn't help it. He did it in a purely seemingly friendly way though.<br/><br/>"Of course I'm a mess, would you expect anything less of me?" Sirius grinned micheviously, and suddenly wrapped an arm around Riley's waist, scooping her up and over his shoulder. "Alright then. Here hold this." He lowered her enough so she could grab her bag and picked up his own, marching out of the compartment and down the corridor to the door of the train.