Her laughter was bright and her squeal, when she was tossed over his shoulder, did make Mischief twitch. But she had to wonder just what was going on in their dog's head that this ruckus didn't wake him up.
"Don't mind me Mischief - it's just your mummy being carted off by a crazy person." She laughed her way through the swats, delivering retaliatory ones to his arse as he made his way to the stairs.
"I am going to hold you to that Sirius Black - also - don't you dare touch my ring. It's perfect and I am in love with it. So touch it and I will be very displeased with you." Emmeline pinched his arse, "You know - you could bridal carry me to bed - we haven't been married that long you know...not that I mind having this much access to your arse mind you..."