Ino had used that one minute to clear a space for the fire and to dart over and into the common room to grab every magazine and newspaper she could get her hands on.

Those, she'd placed in a pile and was cheerfully ripping some of it into shreds to use to start off the fire when he came back.

She grinned a the picture he made: trash can, blanket-cape; he was totally her hero.

(Dorkiest hero ever.)

"You may enter," she said grandly. "And--I was going to say close the door, but I guess we need it open a bit? So don't."