"Your feet? It isn't something I tend to watch. There are far better views than your feet. Like your eyes." Milo smiled at his wife, and leant his arms on the edge of the tub.
He nodded. That made sense now. He would know where his house was. That was all that mattered. Now no evil geniuses would find their house. "Ok then. You know the charms, so I think you should cast them."
She was washing her hair. That was a sign for him to leave. He stood up and clambered out of the tub. He summoned a towel and wrapped it round himself. "I'm going to boil the kettle, so I can make you some tea. Then when you are finished you can go to bed, and have snuggles."
__________________ It looks like I'm not ginger after all
Charlie Tudor - 1st Year Slytherpuff |