Her lips twitched in amusement as Octavius sat on her bed, tail going a mile a minute after she acknowledged him. Minerva ignored the dog, and instead turned her attention to Atlas again.
"I think breaking the locking spell on the door to my room, and staying inside my room when you shouldn't even be here - waiting for me to come back? Would be considered stalking, Atlas. My gods, I could firecall the Ministry on you and they wouldn't think twice of hauling your arse off. My grandmother's a fucking Auror!"
Not that she would. She just wanted to make her point known.
Minerva sighed, taking off her jacket. "Talk, yeah. Been doing plenty of that lately," she murmured, tossing her jacket onto the bed and then after a thought - rummaged through it and produced her packet of fags.
"You mean killing sixteen people?" she said bluntly, lighting up a cigarette. "Thanks for the vote of confidence."