Giggling behind her hand, Minerva gave up all pretenses of being scandalized or horrified. "Bloody hell, Jamie. Oh yeah, I can tell - you're real tore up about it," she smirked, then snorted in laughter again.
"Well good. Serves him right. Should be curing you, not forcing potions down your throat like that," she sniffed.
Minerva rolled her eyes at her friend. "Leave it to you to think your grandmother is hot," she muttered, shaking her head. Minerva then wrinkled her nose.
"That's...nice. I mean, I'm glad that they're reunited, but I'm so sick of this love and relationship crap. I'm not really inclined to think 'awwww, how sweet' right now. Bad enough I have my own grandparents at Longbottom House, being the happy, baby-expecting couple."