And he had spent the rest of the dinner glaring at a universe that made him fancy someone who was much older and a Gryffindor, too. Hahaha, brilliant!
unmistakeably Albus’s smile when he had just said something outrageous. What a great idea! :o) And how sweet that Minerva can't draw, while Severus can... ♥
but in the unlikely case of students reaching this point – the Weasley Twins suggest themselves – *ggg*
we’re having fun together. And suddenly it felt like the most normal thing in the world, the only possible continuation of their banter at the high table. Oh Severus... *sniffle and smile* His insecurities and musings and tries are so wonderfull and cute and lovely and brilliant... ♥ And how typical of him to avoid further dialogue and flee the scene.
Far more peaceful than this whole friendship thing – dammit, it was uncharted territory Oh yes (and now there is something I have also in common with Severus.)
She was eating her lunch with cold dignity. Or rather she was trying to do so, but eating grilled chicken wings and dignity didn’t go well together. Severus nearly smiled at her efforts. *g*
Whatever his thoughts on the Sprout *g* - the whole Sprout question is most interesting! I can so understand his feeling that way, and how the whole problem arose. You analyse and describe it all very fittingly.
Severus would want to deal with it on his own – men did. Two wars and half a lifetime in a managerial position had left her with a sound, if not precisely optimistic, knowledge of male behaviour patterns. *mwahaha* Oh yes.
Blast-ended Mantulas.” Oh Hagrid... ♥ *g*
On the other hand, one might deduct ten points for giving a man idiotic dreams about chess pieces in a Knight’s armour, but with interesting curves, that came to life in the arms of a knight in black – and then, suddenly, there had been no armour on either side; it was always so easy in dreams, wasn’t it, no fumbling, no spells, just everything as one wanted it to be. :o)))
How Muggles managed to achieve the Transfiguration of grape juice into liquid velvet with chocolate undertones and just a hint of the tartness of brambles, he’d never understand. Yay! :o)
“Albus would want to be present in spirit,” Minerva nodded. “Quite. That’s why I’ve looted his whisky as well.” Hahaha!