I'm not a china doll
Minerva and Filius were sorting out the paperwork in her office. As she was becoming headmistress, Hogwart was in need of a transfiguration teacher. Her fiancé and she had spent the afternoon looking at the different résumés and had decided to stop for now. They were now putting the files in two categories: "absolutely not" and "need to be seen". She had done that a lot with Albus to select Defence against the Dark Art teachers. They usually began that work one or two month before the end of the school year. She still had the list they had made before his…. She didn't want to think about it. She was brought out of her thoughts when Filius' hand brushed her. He jumped like he had been burned. His jump was so high that his face reached his wife-to-be then he fell down – a miracle – on his pile of books
-I'm sorry Minerva! I'm so sorry! I didn't do it on purpose.
He jumped off his pedestal. She took his hand. He didn't dare to look at her.
-Calm down, Filius. I not a china doll. Besides, you'll have to touch me in three weeks.
-In three weeks…?
-Our wedding. And our wedding night.
They smiled shyly at each other.
