"Why can't I wear this?"

"It's too short!"

Minerva McGonagall stood in front of her uncle, Henry Potter, her arms folded. Honestly, just because she was wearing a skirt and a short sleeve shirt, doesn't mean he had to pull the overprotective act.

"It's only a skirt! Bloody hell, calm down!" Minerva said.

"No boys are going to be dating you until I'm dead, otherwise I would kill them if they hurt you." Henry said firmly.

"But-"

"Minnie! It's too short!"

"Oh, for fucks sake!"