"Yes, but since I won't be able to do any glamours in advance you can just tell me who you feel like playing with at any given moment," Severus tells him, with a nod for the compliment. "Besides, I expect the brat will occupy you for at least a week of hours." He reconsiders this after saying it; just because Narcissa liked to drag things out, after all...
"I suppose so," he agrees, masking a private smile with a bit more restrained stretching. "Long week, after all. Bloody holiday; everyone wants something in a rush. And we'll have barely a breath before the Christmas outbreak, mark my words." This is in a public voice, or at least in a don't-care-who-joins-in voice.
"Stunted kiwifruits?" he offers helpfully. "Large kumquats? Ripe but miniscule avocados?" He squints, making a display of remembering. "Three throws, bull's-eye triple, double on the number rolled, wasn't it?"
That should have been rolling, not rowing, before, of course. n,n;;; Heffy! Shortly to be followed by Heffner once puberty hit. ^,^ (pats him and gives bleu steak) Yay! I liked Nation, myself, although I sort of had to pretend it was written by someone else before I could get over the disappointment of it not being a Disc book. And this is an actual novel, not one of the compendium things?