miss_e (miss_e) wrote in severus_sighs, |
Minerva was quiet for a moment, and they both watched as twenty house-elves materialized and began doing an interpretive dance to what Harry thought might be Peruvian folk music.
“What did you do?” she whispered.
Harry cringed. “I asked for a romantic gesture.”
She was quiet, then scooted her chair in the opposite direction.