Minerva giggled when her father choked on his tea, but it was short lived when she was pulled up in a huge, bear hug.
"Ugh, Dad! Hungover, hello?! You're stepping on my feet!" Minerva complained, trying to squirm out of her father's embrace.
She was glad that her father was happy, but good grief it wasn't as if she won some sort of trophy. And Minerva wasn't exactly thrilled that she was going to have to work now.
"Gods...jeez," she muttered when Neville let her go, then ran a hand through her hair only to get it stuck. Oh, right. She hadn't brushed it yet.
"Well it's at -"
Minerva was interrupted by a knocking at the door. She stopped and gave a confused look to her dad.
"Who's calling this early in the morning?" Minerva forgot that it was nearly noon already.