The Muggle Way & Not Again
THE MUGGLE WAY
“Severus, I need your assistance in here, please.”
“What?”
“I need you to hand me those glasses that are on the top shelf.”
“Hermione, need I remind you are a witch and that all you have to do is get your wand to reach ‘those glasses that are on the top shelf’?”
“Oh, I know. I just prefer to do some things the Muggle way.”
“I can understand your desire to cook. I even understand your preference for car over broom. But this?”
“This, my love, is because I like the feel of you behind me as you reach up.”
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NOT AGAIN!
I walked into the kitchen right then. It was dinner time and my tummy was letting me know that loud and clear. The picture I saw when I walked in was one that turned my stomach. Not this again. One would think they could keep their paws off each other, at least until after dinner. His arms are around her, groping my favorite pillow. His nose is at her neck. They look like cats in heat. If I don’t interrupt them now, dinner will be late.
Crookshanks efficiently coughed up a hair ball on Severus' foot and then meowed loudly.