Milo frowned as she it herself in the head. What was that for? Was it a woman thing? Cos he never ever hit himself. Except that one time, but he was angry. He had never hit another person either.
"Well I am willing to help you in anyway I can, you know that. But I am no good at the complicated magic. Well not super complicated anyway." He could apparate very very well. Without the pop and everything.
He nodded, and shimmied down the bed to her feet. "If you want anymore tea just ask." He would look after her. Like the doting husband he was.
__________________ It looks like I'm not ginger after all
Charlie Tudor - 1st Year Slytherpuff |