Milo sighed. How did she know she wasn't concussed? She couldn't see inside her head. But then she did do that muggle course on whatever it was. "Fine." She was so demanding sometimes. He still loved her though. It was one way to keep him in order.
He chuckled. He had passed the room earlier. Shows how much attention he paid to there being a door there. Oh well. He carried her in very carefully and laid her down on the sofa. "And you are like being married to an old lady," he mumbled in return, as he pulled up from her. He heard her Irish purr. Oh how he loved that accent. It was a shame that he had to get her agitated or angry to hear it.
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Charlie Tudor - 1st Year Slytherpuff |