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"Will you teach me?" she looked over his shoulder as he preened one of his plants out in the green house. Madam Sprout doddled about, ignoring the two in her work area.
His eyebrow ticked in annoyance even though the hint of a smile was already there.
"You hang over my shoulder worse than a shadow."
"You're just moody because I was finally beating you in Wizard's Chess."
"Am not."
"Of course you are!" she gasped, "You were so smug at the beginning but as soon as I got the upper hand your mood changed at the drop of my pawn." She leaned around and grinned at him. Her bushy hair tamed into a braid that fell to the side of her neck.
"Insufferable girl," he grumbled. She squeezed his shoulder.
"Angry old git."
Madam Sprout watched the exchange with wide eyes and an open mouth, almost dropping the plant she was moving.
A/N: Review please!