Alfred, as usual, had been open and completely honest about how he felt. He didn't want Minnie spending time with a Slytherin. Ever. Especially not tomorrow. There were terrible people about, and face it, Slytherins and Malfoys and the whole "pureblood supremacy" idea, was NOT that far away from the Aryan Supremacy idea. It was two sides of the same coin, and he didn't like it at all. He was going to tell her that. In fact, he had a whole list of things he wanted to tell her neatly itemized on a piece of paper awaiting her arrival. But he was a little nervous. Minnie had seemed...well...upset. Okay. Mildly more than upset. Much more than upset. In fact, he was a little scared.
But true to his promise, he'd made tea, and it was just sitting there awaiting her arrival. And she basically flew into his living room. He backed up by a few inches, sitting down as civilly as possible.
"Now what's this about pudding?" He asked, trying to be calm.
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