It didn't give me peace. I wanna strangle my own mind

You don't love sweets

Minerva was getting ready for bed when someone knocked at her door. She put on her dressing gown and opened.

"Filius? What can I do for you?"

"I was wondering… well, since we're sort of engaged, I was wondering if I could share your rooms. You see, mine were destroyed during the battle."

"Is that why you proposed to me?"

"No! Of course not! I would never…"

"Only joking, Filius. Come on in."

She stepped back to let him in. He followed her further into her bedroom, sitting on the bed while she resumed her former activity (putting cream on her hands).

"I see that you've already settled in the headmaster – mistress – rooms… You were quick."

She turned and looked at him above her glasses.

"Filius, I was intimate enough with the previous headmaster for him to give me two children. I do think I had the time to get used to these rooms."

He blushed.

"I assumed he was the one moving in to your rooms."

"Those are more comfortable. We had my fireplace connected with this one and the portrait would tell me whenever I was needed. We'll have to do that with yours."

She took her glasses off and began to let her hair down.

"You mean… You'd be comfortable with my moving in with you?"

"That was the point of you proposal, wasn't it? Not being alone to mourn or to get old."

"I guess."

She smiled.

"You know what will be weird?"

While speaking she took off her dressing gown and went to the bed.

"My size", he stated

"No. Not that much. We've known each other for a long time, Filius."

"Then what?"

"You don't love sweets."

End ('till next time my mind wants to play with my nerves)