Harry Potter - Snape, Dumbledore
Dumbledore strides uninvited into the dungeons, accompanied by a sweet spicy smell. “I hope you don’t mind my joining you – I’ve just mulled some excellent burgundy. It’s Christmas Eve, Severus,” he forestalls refusal, sternly.
Snape squints at Dumbledore: steaming jug, festive robes, carefully groomed beard. “This isn’t a date, is it?!”
Dumbledore twinkles. “Considerable though your dark and tortured charms may be, Severus, I assure you, I’m quite impervious to them.”
“Well… good,” grumbles Snape, absurdly affronted; but when the old man toasts him with a solemn “Your very good health, my friend,” he can’t quite bring himself to sneer.