Prompt: Bubbles
Augusta did not often do the dishes without magic. But Hannah Abbott, the young woman who would soon marry Neville, was used to doing them with her Muggle father and suggested maybe it would be a good way for Augusta and her to get to know each other. The older witch had initially not seen the point of this, but she had to admit that she had come to enjoy their evening chats over the soap bubbles and crockery. Right now they were discussing nicknames.
"Neville calls me Monkey," Hannah said, picking up a spoon and polishing it with a tea towel.
Augusta, who was making an attempt to pull up the sleeves of her old cardigan using her teeth so she didn't have to remove the rubber washing gloves, mumbled a reply.
"Adorable," she clarified when she had fixed her sleeves, "And what do you call him?"
"Idiot, mostly," Hannah grinned.
"As a joke!" she added hastily.
But Augusta laughed, reassuring her.
"Do you and Minerva have any cute nicknames?" Hannah asked with the relish that one had when they were about to learn a massive secret.
Augusta thought about it as she rinsed a teacup.
"No," she replied honestly.
"Seriously?" Hannah said incredulously, "What do you call her when you're teasing her?"
"Minerva," Augusta replied, because that was the truth.
She didn't need to use silly names to wind Minerva up. The Scottish witch was fiery enough.
"Well, what about when you're alone?" Hannah said with a smirk.
"Minerva," was the answer again.
"No," Hannah interjected, "I mean, like, when you're alone alone."
It was a bold question, one she wasn't sure she'd get an answer for.
"Minerva," Augusta shrugged and Hannah scoffed disbelievingly.
"But I say it with sex eyes," the older woman added.
Hannah almost dropped the plate she had been holding and started laughing. Augusta joined in.
"Does Neville know you talk like that?" the blonde asked.
"Lord, no!" Augusta said emphatically, "I don't think he'd recover, do you?"
It was then that Minerva and Neville entered the kitchen. Minerva paused by the sink.
"Augusta, you have bubbles on your face."
Augusta gave a small smile as the other older woman carefully wiped the soap from her cheek.
"Minerva," she said, carefully accentuating each syllable.
The dark-haired witch raised an eyebrow, as her eyes met those of her lover, their gaze holding. Minerva then turned and walked out of the room. Augusta watched her go, her lips slightly parted. Then she peeled off the rubber gloves and followed, leaving Neville and Hannah standing there.
"What was that?" Neville asked. "Legitimate grandma porn," Hannah responded, a look of awe on her face.
Neville was scandalised.