An Indecent Proposal.
"Ah, Severus, come on!" It would have been a whine, but it is hard to whine through three inches of oak door.
"I have never been so insulted in my life!" The words were muffled, but the revulsion was clear.
"I only said…!"
The door cracked open a mere fraction.
"This is not an issue of class, Hermione," the potions master hissed.
"That's not what I meant at all!"
"Neither is it 'A Northern thing,'" this was spat with particular venom. "There are no alternatives!"
"Yes, but!"
"Tea is made in a properly seasoned…"
"Bu.."
"Warmed…"
She sighed wearily.
"POT!"