"I see," she said, taking another hesitant step forward. Her grip on her wand tightened. "Although... In the spirit of the season, I suppose it would... only be appropriate if... You know..."

That was her way of saying she was okay with kissing him. Her chest tightened. He was a very handsome man, she always knew that. But in this position, this situation... Did she dare? Okay. Easy, Rosalina. You're hundreds of years old. Don't be afraid.

She approached until she was right up next to him. The mistletoe had its pull on her now, so there was no turning back. She looked up and down his face, lifting a hand to his shoulder and pulling him closer. She closed her eyes, and slowly, gently pressed her lips against his to kiss him. It wasn't a quick chaste kiss either. She was taking her time, trying to enjoy it.