"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!"
