The pathways were pretty. It was fall, and all the leaves were pretty. He hadn't really observed that before, being too caught up in what he was going to say to Kat. But he'd said it now, and now he could look at the pretty leaves. Well until he started talking about quidditch. He figured he should look at Kat whilst they talked. "It'll be so good to be back on the pitch..." He'd missed it last year. But hopefully he'd get to play lots of games this term. He was looking forward to it very much. He only hoped he performed well. Because it would be a bit sucky if he didn't. But he was going to practice hard. That always helped right? And he must have been good to get on the team. Aww. She'd forgiven hm? perfect. "Good..." Because it would kind of suck if she didn't forgive him. But she had. So it was fine, and Clement liked it a lot.

Clement smirked at her, before shaking his head. "I taste good..." Or so he thought. "I think..." He didn't really taste himself often. He wasn't a weirdo or something. "Well..." He shrugged, grinning at her. "I try" He did. And if it made her happy, he would do that more often.

Really? That was her excuse not to kiss him? "Kat..." He grinned, motioning around. "There's no one here." Unless you counted those couple of people up the path over there. Apart from them they were alone.