Even though Minerva's cheeks were still pink from Terry's teasing of her hair, she had a large smile on her face when her father said his goodbyes and the other wizard went out the door.
"Ding...dong," Minerva said with admiration, folding her arms over her chest and leaning against the archway leading into the kitchen.
"And not a ring on his finger, either. I wonder if Terry likes brunettes?"