"I did not choose it for its charm," Minerva said with a smirk that barely touched the corners of hr mouth. She chose it, in fact, because she knew that it made him uncomfortable.
Watching his work with the chair, she cleared her throat and waited for him to stop before her wand arced through the air an set a second chair and a small table between them. She took her own chair, and waited for him to take his.
"You look well," she said tightly, as he sat. She was not in a mood for small pleasantries.