"I'm sorry but this is just mind blowing to me. I mean, you look exactly like the picture that dad has in his bedroom. You're only two years older than me," Minerva said, shaking her head and looking at her grandmother with wide eyes.
"Uh...well, I mean I can always take you shopping for clothes if you'd like," Minerva suggested, her fingers twining in with each other. She was fidgeting and desperately needed a smoke.
"I'm sure Dad could lend us some galleons for that. Yeah."