
The Regular (PG; Aberforth/Minerva; 130 words)
"Aberforth, the number of goats in your pen has increased," Minerva said, sitting down at the tap.
He grunted and poured her a measure of Ogden's Old, sliding it down to her. "So what if it has?"
"You know very well that such Transfiguration is frowned upon."
"Who says I—"
"Aberforth."
Ignoring Minerva, Aberforth moved to draw the bar down over the door.
"Aberforth?"
"Stop plaguing me, woman!" he exclaimed, beginning to polish the table tops with a filthy cloth. "A man's got a right to insist upon the rules o' his business being followed—and that lot was nasty."
"That's no excuse."
"Don't fret, I'll change 'em back in the morning. You can remind me."
Minerva snorted. "What makes you think I'll still be here in the morning?"
"It's Saturday."
Comments
You are seriously on a roll with these. This was extremely well-timed, too. Am in the middle of writing a report on orchids. X___________X
Thank you!
Especially as the clientele at his bar are probably not of the more genteel sort to start with. Asking them politely to leave likely doesn't work. A night in the pen out back as a goat provides a more salutary lesson.