Milo smiled, swigging on his butterbeer. His wife was a vision of beauty, even in yoga pants. She could probably just wear a bin bag and still be beautiful.
"Made especially for you. With a drop of firewhisky. Though I don't think you will need it to get to sleep. I am sure you are pretty exhausted anyway." It had been a long day as it was. And now they could just snuggle. Fall asleep in peace.
"I will wait for you here, dear. Don't be too long." He lay back on the bed, waiting.
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Charlie Tudor - 1st Year Slytherpuff |