"Ah, well I try to avoid him whenever I come by. Is his brother like that, or just him?" Minerva knew that Sirius - Harry's godfather - was a Black, and from what she had heard about Sirius and being disowned by the Black family, surely he wasn't anything like Regulus.
Minerva chuckled. "I meant thin in that front of the cover, Witch Weekly kinda way. And didn't you know pale is in? It's very, very sexy," she advised, patting Jamie's cheek.
She smiled when he kissed her again, and Minerva let him get comfortable. She had paused initially, but her fingers started working on the back of his neck, his back to her chest, while he talked.
"Poor Dylan, my gods. That's awful," she whispered, biting her lip and thinking about Jamie. She had heard about what it was like to be under that unforgivable spell, but Minerva couldn't imagine it fully.
"I don't understand. How do they make it stop? I didn't think you could stop it once you were under it. I mean, if it can be stopped...well then why did my grandparents go mad?"