Milo had been in his study, reading over a few books and notes, when he heard his wife call him. He sighed. He had to do what she said. Or something would be withheld. Like food.
"Coming my dear," he resigned. He traipsed down the stairs and out the front door.
"How may I help you darling?"
__________________ It looks like I'm not ginger after all
Charlie Tudor - 1st Year Slytherpuff |