Lost
Minerva grumbled as she walked around her office. She lifted everything and anything up in her search. After looking around the large room for a third time, she gave up and walked into her quarters to continue looking.
As she started opening the draws on the desk and slamming them shut in frustration, the other occupant in the room looked up from her book. "What are you searching for Minerva?"
Minerva looked up at the person and narrowed her eyes. "My glasses. I can't find them anywhere!" She growled as she slammed her hand down on the desk in front of her.
The shorter woman stood up gracefully from the couch, placing the book face down, and raised her wand. "Accio Minerva's glasses." She said calmly.
The silver, square like glasses came flying out of the bedroom door and into her hand. She held them out for Minerva to take.
Minerva took them and placed them on the end of her nose as she muttered to herself. "What the bloody hell where they doing in there? I couldn't find them when I looked this morning."
Obviously the other lady heard her grumblings and walked in front of her, running her hand suggestively up and down her arm. "Why Minerva, don't you remember last night?" She asked as she moved her hands up to rest behind her head.
Minerva looked down at the woman in front of her with a sensual smile. "Indeed I do." She said, with a strong accent.
The other woman smiled and leaned forward. As she leant forward, Minerva reached up and quickly took her glasses off, throwing them in the general direction of the desk just before Hermione's lips reached hers.
Later that night, the sound of an irritated Scottish witch rebounded of the stone walls.
"Where the bloody hell are my glasses!"
Thanks for reading.