"Well, no one in our age bracket that I've met - but I have yet to get reacquainted with our old classmate, Dylan," she teased. Minerva reached out and smoothed down a lock of James' hair that was sticking up from their mattress-aerobics from earlier.
"But I don't know, there is something about auburn hair and baby-blue eyes that I just can't seem to resist." She grinned before turning to tap off a length of ash from her cigarette.
James was sweet to worry about her health, even if he did sound like her mother. "Yeah, because pissing off the head of the Aurors is always a fun thing to do. And why are you purposefully irritating your father? I thought you got on with him well enough."
Minerva gave James a confused look, taking another drag from her cigarette before holding it out for him again.
"I think I'll pass on the whole putting myself in danger for others bit, thanks," she replied, her voice choked as she exhaled while talking. "But I have given thought to maybe apprenticing."