Something to help her sleep? He padded with wet feet to the kitchen. Now what would help her sleep? Maybe something lavender-y. That was meant to help. Or maybe a drop of firewhisky in it. That sounds like something he could do. He grabbed himself a bottle of butterbeer and put the kettle on. It had taken a while to find it, but he had.
He watched it as it boiled, readying the cup. Did she want milk? Oh well. She could put it in later. He carried the finished tea up to their room, his butterbeer in his mouth. He smiled as he spotted the cupboard open. She'd be in there a while.
He sat down on the side of the bed, watching her. "Tea's ready baby."
__________________ It looks like I'm not ginger after all
Charlie Tudor - 1st Year Slytherpuff |