THANKS FOR ALL REVIEWS, peeps, I really appreciate every single one! Oh, and LinZE, you are right- there is indeed ALWAYS time for lemon drops! So… I am afraid Minerva has had to surrender… Noctua seems to LIKE lemon drops!

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Noctua frowned- somehow looking more than ever like her aunt- well more than ever like her aunt teaching Transfigurations

"What is a secret?"

Minerva looked at her husband.

"Will you say it or will I?"

Albus looked sheepishly back at his wife.

"You are better at these things than I, dear."

Minerva rolled her eyes once more.

"No, I am not." she then snapped. "You are just more the Lemon-Drop type, I am afraid."

Albus smiled lovingly at her.

"Again your well-known razor sharp sarcasm, my dear…Immortal, isn't it?"

"My god…"

Noctua softly cleared her throat.

"Er… I am sorry… but is it "THE" secret that uncle Albus is the Lemon-Drop type?"

Albus laughed.

"Well, Minerva, she has certainly inherited that sarcasm of yours. But, no, Noctua," he added, suddenly serious, "that is not "THE" secret."

He looked at Minerva, who sighed, but as she began to speak, he interrupted her.

"But do take a lemon drop first."

Noctua laughed and obeyed, putting the little, yellow candy into her mouth.

"And?"

Noctua smiled, feeling the sweet candy almost melt on her tongue.

"Well, actually… it's quite good, actually. Well, I kind of- like it. Can I have another one?"

Albus grinned.

"Sure, my dear."

Minerva frowned.

"Oh no, Albus, I am afraid she has inherited my "razor sharp sarcasm" AND your sweet tooth… oh no…"

"And that-"

Noctua cleared her throat again, a bit louder than before.

"Do you ever stop quarrelling, both of you?"

Minerva sighed.

"No, we don't, dear, but you are right. It's really time to tell you now what the secret is."

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