Title: Invitation, VIII Challenge: Most Extraordinary Society of Potioneers Word Count: 100
“I will never doubt you again.”
Severus allowed himself the merest trace of a smile as he poured Minerva three fingers of Macallan, neat. “I did warn you.”
“You didn't tell me Mrs. Skower hated Mother Cumby so much she doused her gown with Baldness Cure!” cried Minerva. “She looked like a yak when the wool finished sprouting!”
“That was unfortunate, yes.”
“It wasn't as bad as Damocles Belby pouring stain remover on Horace Slughorn! The poor man just wanted a nap!”
“Pshaw. Horace should know better than to transform at one of these brawls.”