"No."
"Daaaad!"
"You asked me, you have recieved my verdict!"
"Meanie." Harry put on a dramatic fake pout.
"Harry James Potter you were attacked, tortured and posessed. You were blinded, have barely regained your vision and you are arguing with me over a day trip to Diagon Alley?"
"Umm... Yes?" Harry was confused as to whether or not he should answer at all. "Well... C'mon dad! It's the Christmas holidays!" Snape sighed and gently massaged the bridge of his nose.
"Fine. You can go."
"Yesssss!" Harry yelled.
"Under several conditions!" Snape added.
"Aaawwwwww." Harry deflated.
"One: you will remain under adult supervision at ALL times!"
"But-"
"Two!" Snape continued. "You will not purchase ANY products that fall under the Hogwarts contraband category! And three: you will enjoy yourself, clear?"
"Yes dad!" Harry raced out of the room to go and phone Ron.
"Walk!" Yelled Snape as Harry clattered down the stairs. Sighing, he turned around, just in time to spot Gracie attempting to sneak around behind him and reach the stairs undetected.
"Merlin!" She hissed quietly.
"Don't think I didn't hear that young lady!" Snape spun to face her. "Where did you anticipate sneaking off to?"
"Umm...Downstairs?" She grinned sheepishly. "To... to go and get a glass of water?"
"Are you asking me or telling me?" Snape tapped his foot lightly on the wooden floor.
"Aski- telling." Gracie quickly changed her cocky tone as she realised that Snape was not joking. "I'll be in the kitchen!" The teen who quickly exited via the stairs, leaving Snape to pick up a couple of battered looking text books that had been sitting in the hallway.
"Honestly!"