Memes for my birthday
Hello darlings! It’s my birthday today, and I’m not doing anything tonight (it’s a school night, so people couldn’t). It’s been a nice day and a special friend visited last weekend and this weekend is a houseparty and dinner with the family. Still, I’d like some attention :D And I’d like to give you things
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FYI, this won't make sense without knowing that milk-first used to be an indicator of being working or middle-class in the UK, whereas tea-first was for posh people.
“Would you care for some tea, Mr Potter?” Narcissa said.
Harry hitched a smile onto his face. “Yes please.”
A house-elf arrived with a little tea tray, and Harry fought not to look sour. Draco had a long-term strategy about the house-elf thing with his parents, and there was no point in messing it up.
Narcissa handed Harry a bone-china cup on its saucer, and smiled sweetly. He glanced at Draco - was she making him pour first because it was poisonous? - and at Draco’s slight nod, he poured a splash of milk into his teacup.
He heard Draco draw a breath in sharply, and glanced up. “What?”
“Nothing,” Draco said, smiling like his teeth hurt. There was a dead little silence. “Nothing,” Draco repeated, glaring at his mother.
“Absolutely,” said Narcissa. “Do have some tea, Mr Potter.” She was much better than her son at faking a smile.
He added tea to the milk. “Shall I do yours?” he asked, still holding the teapot.
“Wait,” Draco said. “I want to add some milk first.”
Harry frowned; he knew Draco liked his tea black. He didn’t think that justified the horrified sound Narcissa made, though.
“Okay…”
Draco poured milk into his cup without looking away from his mother, then thrust the milk jug at her like brandishing a wand. “Have some, Mother.”
“Actually, I think I’ll take mine black, dear.” Narcissa’s voice was soft, but her eyes were anything but. Mother and son glared coldly at each other until Harry expected to see ice crackle across the surface of the milk.
“Mmm. I used to do that.”
“Yes. But I suppose you’ve pinned new banners to the mast.”
“Yes.”
Harry stared at them haplessly, still holding the teapot. It was burning his fingers.
After a moment, Draco blinked and turned to him, reaching to take the teapot. “Don’t worry,” he murmured. “This is how we avoid wands at dawn.”
“I do not understand the upper classes.”
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I'm right there with Harry. I literally don't understand what difference the milk putting makes in here XD
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