"Hmmm, if that's the case I may have to meet this Sirius Black. You know, to see how he compares to the original, perfect specimen that I have in front of me," Minerva said, then laughed softly.
"Yeah, I can see them doing that - sending you off there just because you inadvertently destroyed their precious mansion and nevermind they insisted on keeping you here like a caged, lab rat," she grumbled. "Are you sure you don't want me to sneak you out to Longbottom House?"
Minerva rolled her eyes at Jamie when he mentioned Atlas. She had come back from Ireland, and had given him handmade wool scarf in a dark mulberry colour - but had omitted that she had been with Atlas the whole time.
Now that she had alone time with Jamie, she really wanted to talk with him.
"His name is Atlas, you prat. You know that. And I don't know if I should introduce the two of you seeing as he's...well, he's jealous of all my friends and even my family, apparently."
Minerva then leaned over and gave Jamie a kiss on the cheek. "But they're all jealous of you, love," she said.
"And there isn't going to be a bloody wedding. Gods, you're worse than Ben. He's gone mad, did you know? He actually almost referred to sex as 'making love', I kid you not. I think he's the one ill, not you and Dylan."