Harry Potter Junior Level Year Two

Ch. 24

Questioning and Christmas

After sending Harry to his room, Sirius paces the front room muttering to himself. His mind is trying to grasp the idea of his ten year old alone in Knockturn Alley, the most dangerous place known in the wizarding world.

"I thought I had made it known to him how dangerous it is. Have I failed him? He boldly walks into Borgin and Burke's without a care? Merlin! He could have been kidnapped! There are many many dark wizards or witches who would love to grab Harry Potter! The evil still exists and torture would not be above them."

To Dobby, watching from the doorway, Sirius seems very troubled. Stopping his pacing to sit in the armchair by the fire, Sirius suddenly speaks aloud.

"James? Lily? I'm at a loss here of what to say to him. I'm so sorry, I failed to protect him. I thought I was doing a decent job of parenting him for you but now? After the dragon incident and now this lone journey into Knockturn Alley without a care, I just am wondering where I went wrong." Sirius whispers to his departed friends.

"I wish you two were with me in some way so you could help me through this. I need advice. I don't want to turn him against me but at the same time, I have to be firm and see to it this doesn't happen again. We were so lucky today. I could have lost him! I thank Merlin for Remus finding him. What do I do?" Dobby hears as he watches the man he's come to feel as a friend, break down in tears. Shaking his head, Dobby pops away.

Hearing the floo come to life, Sirius looks up, nearly expecting to see James walk out. Instead of James, it's Remus still looking quite furious.

"Just as I thought! I knew I'd find you sitting mournfully by the fire and talking to yourself. Buck up, Sirius. This isn't the first time you've had to discipline Harry. The boy deserved it and you know this. I love him too, but when I found him in Knockturn Alley, it took all my resolve not to whale him right there in the doorway! I assume he's licking his wounds in his room."

"I haven't spoken to him yet. I sent him to take a bath and dress for bed even though it's only four in the afternoon. Remus? I have failed as a parent, haven't I? A good parent would never have his child do these dangerous things. I don't know where I went wrong. I did though, somewhere along the last two years or he wouldn't have even thought of going to... I can't even say it... where he went."

"Sirius? Let me ask you something. Do you consider Charlus Potter to be a good parent?"

"The best! I have tried to model myself after him but look what happened."

"Think back, did James ever pull any dangerous or stupid stunts growing up or was he a perfect boy?" Remus asks.

"James Potter, perfect? Not ever. Mischievous, daredevil, kind, loving, adventurous would be words to describe James. I remember when we were fourteen and full of sass. We just knew we were grown by then. Mr. Potter left us alone at the manor for a weekend and James decided to do a good deed. Whenever he thought up "a good deed" it usually meant trouble. I was living with them by then and just followed right along behind him as good as a sheep. Do you remember the night we brought Pettigrew to the shack?"

"Yes, I remember it well. How could terrorizing a boy by bringing him to a werewolf be a good deed?"

"That wasn't the good deed and he wasn't supposed to be there. James and I went to Knockturn Alley that afternoon to try to find this potion we read about. It was to stop the werewolf transformation. We couldn't find it anywhere. We checked three places. It was when we were leaving the alley we ran into Peter. He told us we either had to bring him into our activity or he would go straight to our father. That's why we brought him along, to teach him not to be a snitch."

"I thank you again for the effort in finding a potion. Do you also remember the outcome of this activity?" Remus asks.

"Yes."

"What occurred shortly after this incident? Remind me."

"We were caught going into the shack by Dumbledore. He took all three of us to our parents. Unfortunately, Mr. Potter had returned home earlier than expected. After hearing where we were and also about our side trip, to this day, I don't know how Dumbledore knew we went to Knockturn Alley, anyway we got our backsides dusted real well."

"So do you consider Charlus Potter to have been cruel or a bad parent because of the incident?" Remus asks quietly.

"No, he was doing his job." Sirius replies with a smirk. "Remus? I thank you for the therapy session. If you ever need extra income go into the therapy business. You're good at it. I'm ready to talk with Harry now. Will you stay?"

"No, I've said my piece. I'll be talking to you though. Oh, and Sirius? James would be proud to know how well you've done with his boy. Harry has a lot of James in him but he has the softer side of Lily too. Keep that in mind, will you?"

"I will, thank you again. See yourself out."

Harry, stretched out on his back staring at the charmed night sky on his ceiling, is surprised to see Dobby pop into his room.

"Hi, Dobby."

"Hello young master. Young master in disgrace again?"

"Yeah. I'm in big trouble. Do you know a padding spell by any chance? I could use one before Dad comes up."

"Master Harry is cold and needs padding?"

"No, I need to protect my bum. I did a really stupid thing today. I know I did but it was for a good reason. Have you seen Dad? Is he still real mad at me?"

"Master Sirius talking to Mr. Remus. Master cried. Very upset with young master."

"Ooooohh, that's not good. I sure didn't mean to make him cry." Harry says tearfully.

"Young master went to evil alley, upset everyone even Dobby. Dobby loves young master and is unhappy."

"I am sorry. Don't be mad at me too. I need you for a friend."

"Dobby friend, true. But Dobby also taking pudding away from young master for one week."

Coming to the door of Harry's room Sirius hears what Dobby just said and Harry say "No, you can't!". Opening the door, he walks in to see the boy in bed, face wet from crying..

"Dobby, you may leave, now. I'm his parent, it's my job to discipline him not yours. I will decide his punishment. Please go make some tea and I'll call you when I'm ready for it."

"Yes Master Sirius." Dobby replies and pops out.

"Daddy? I'm so so so sorry I made you angry and upset. Dobby said I made you cry. I'm horrible and I don't deserve Christmas so you can take my gifts to the orphans." Harry says, (remembering the people collecting gifts and money they saw in Diagon Alley), before throwing himself off the bed into Sirius' arms.

Holding an armful of sobbing young boy, Sirius sits on the bed, stroking Harry's hair, trying to calm him enough for their talk.

"My, you have yourself worked up into a state, don't you. SHHH, hush now, I'm not angry with you. Calm down son so we can talk about this."

Noticing the boy is still dressed in the same clothes he wore to shop, Sirius murmurs "I thought you were to bathe and put on pajamas, son."

"I couldn't." Harry answers burrowing his face into his Dad's shirt.

"Why was that?" Sirius asks, smiling down at the burrowing child's head.

"I couldn't see to do it. I was upset." Harry whispers into Sirius' shirtfront.

"Well, after we talk, you will have your bath before we have tea. Are you able to talk now?"

"You're going to punish me for this aren't you? Don't spank me, I won't do it ever again. I don't want the horrid hairbrush or ruler. I don't!" Harry wails into his Dad's chest.

"I'm not going to spank you with the brush or ruler, son. Sit up here on your bed and let's talk about what went on today. You wanted to explain why you went to Knockturn Alley and I'm prepared to listen now. I wasn't before so I sent you up here to think and to give myself time to think also."

"I wanted to get Uncle Severus a gift. I heard someone in one of the shops talking about the silver wand holder there and it was perfect for Uncle Sev. I just had to go right then before someone else got it. It's there on the desk, unshrink it so you can see." Harry answers, pointing.

"Yes, that is a wonderful gift and Sev will like it very much. It's very thoughtful, son. However, you know well how I feel about young boys going to Knockturn Alley. You could have been kidnapped or harmed in some way and I wouldn't have been able to help you. Son, you are my child, my world, and if something happened to you, I'd not be able to survive. Could you have purchased it in a less dangerous way?"

"Yes sir, I could have come to you and had you go with me. I just didn't think of that, Dad. I was in a hurry to get this before anyone else and I rushed off without thinking. I didn't mean to put myself in danger or make you upset either."

"Harry, you are very much like your Dad, James. He was famous for being impulsive, rushing into things without thinking. Your Granddad, Charlus had a solution for that and it usually worked well. James never repeated the same action twice. He used a slipper and if you ever go to Knockturn Alley again, I will use Grandad's slipper! I'll tell you a story about myself and James later. Right now we need to handle the problem in front of us." Sirius says, his tone turning stern enough to make Harry's bottom lip tremble again.

"I am going to spank you but I'm not going to use anything but my hand this time. I want you to lower your trousers and pants son. This is going to be on the bare. I don't want to do this Harry but I have no choice. I will do whatever it takes to remind you to keep yourself safe. You do not ever choose to go to Knockturn Alley without an adult again. You could have been killed, son! There are evil people there who would not hesitate to harm you. Stand up, lower your pants Harry or I will. Come here and bend over my lap."Sirius tells the reluctant boy seemingly glued to the mattress.

Raising his hand he applies twelve sharp smacks to his son's bum. Harry is wailing as if he's been thrashed with a cane.

"Owwww, that burns Daddy! Owwwwww!" He sobs, kicking his feet.

"I know, son. Come, let's get that bath and some tea. I'll tell you all about when I was stupid and followed right along with James to Knockturn Alley. I wound up getting my bum burned with a slipper. Your Grandad gave each of us fourteen licks on our bare bum! I couldn't sit for a whole day without it stinging. He refused to let us have a cushioning charm on our chairs."

Four days later, Harry finds himself at Snape Manor being lectured by his Dad.

"Harry, you obey Mitzi and Malachi just as Sev told Draco. The elves will be watching you two while we finish our Christmas shopping. Follow the rules Sev told you and you will not be in any trouble. If you choose not to, I guarantee you will be sorry. Hear me?"

"I'll behave Dad." Harry answers as he watches Sirius follow Severus to the apparation point in the yard.

"Hi, Harry! What's Uncle Sirius so stern for? That's not like him."

"Hi, Draco. He's still upset with me for going to Knockturn Alley."

"Is that where you went? You went to Knockturn Alley and you're still in one piece? My Dad would have blistered my bum and cut me up for potions if I did that." At Harry's scornful look, he says "Okay, so he wouldn't really. I would get a spanking, have to write an essay and probably grounded until I was of age, though. What did Uncle Sirius do?"

"He spanked me and then banned me from any magic for a week. I can't do any at all until he lifts the ban after Christmas. It's so unfair. Just when we get home and I can do magic without being in class, he takes it away! I can't fly without magic! Everything has to be done the muggle way!"

"Well, we weren't going to go flying anyway. Dad says I can't unless he's able to supervise. Come on, let me show you my room! I got to pick out all the furniture and everything. It's wicked!" Draco says walking to the stairs.

"Young Master Draco want tea in room?" A house elf wearing a dress asks.

"No thank you Mitzi. We'll have tea later. This is Harry, Mitzi."

"Pleasure, Master Harry. Behave Master Draco." Mitzi scolds as the two boys climb the stairs.

"We haven't done anything yet and everyone is telling us to behave!" Harry grouches following Draco.

"That's just Mitzi. She is a bit of a scold, Dad says. She doesn't mean anything by it. Here's my room." Draco announces opening the door proudly.

Walking in, Harry sees a huge bed on posts with a burgundy tent like canopy over it that stretches to the floor.

"Draco! You have your own hideout! That's wicked!" Harry exclaims looking around. The other colors in the room are indigo blue for the comforter set on the bed, blue and burgundy swirls in a large rug and cream walls. There are also blue curtains with burgundy sashes on the window.

"This is a nice room, Drake. I see you didn't choose Slytherin or Gryffindor colors. Looking around at the walls, Harry sees; one wall is mostly a large window and one wall has shelves full of books with a long cabinet underneath. A third wall has a large painting of a fire breathing dragon being chased by a running knight that keeps repeating itself as the dragon leaves the frame. Underneath the painting is a set of soft pillows made to stretch out on. The last wall is blank. "Did you not want something on that wall? Pictures or something?" Harry asks pointing to the wall.

"That's one of my favorite things, Harry. We can decorate this wall anyway we want. I have drawing pencils, paint and brushes here in this trunk. Let's paint some pictures on the wall." Draco says holding out a set of drawing pencils towards Harry.

"Have you been eating locoweed, Draco? If we draw and paint on the wall, our Dads will wallop our bums when they get back! My Dad might summon that a slipper or use a hairbrush!"

"You don't understand. Dad designed it so I could draw on this wall. He said I could decorate it any way I want to and he would put a stasis charm on it. Then when I get tired of those drawings, I can get him to remove the charm and they go away. I had him clear the wall for you so you could paint on it today." When Harry shakes his head no and backs away from the wall, Draco tells him "I'm not making this up, Harry. I swear I'm being honest!"

"Call Mitzi, Draco."

"Why?"

"I want to ask her."

"MITZI!" Draco calls with an exasperated look at Harry.

"Yes, you want tea now?"

"No, thank you. Harry has a question." Draco tells her.

"Yes young Master Harry? What may I answer?"

"Is Draco allowed to draw and paint on his blank wall, Mitzi? He said he is but I want to make sure. Do you know?"

"Young master is correct. Master Severus good Father, allows young master to create his own pictures on wall. Young master Harry, free to do same."

"Thank you, Mitzi." As the elf pops out, he looks at Draco who is still frowning. "Don't be mad. I had to be sure, Draco. I can't get in any more trouble or I might get grounded until we go back to school!"

"I understand. Will you draw with me now? We can draw dragons or something you think of."

"I like the dragons. You do one flying and I'll do one down on the ground looking up." Harry says taking the brown drawing pencil from Draco.

While the boys entertain themselves, their Dads are picking up the last Christmas gifts.

"What is it you have in mind for Draco this year, Sev?" Sirius asks as they walk down the street in muggle London.

"I bought a few books on knights and dragons since Harry told me Draco was "into" them. I have some new clothes for him as he is outgrowing some of his and the lengthening spells Minerva cast aren't enough. I bought some clothes for our special surprise trip. Today, I want to purchase some more art supplies as he loves to draw and paint. I also have a Nimbus for him. What are you gifting Harry with this year? I bought him a copy of Tom Sawyer by Mark Twain, the U.S. author he has been enthralled with so I hope I didn't duplicate your gift."

"You didn't. I have purchased clothes for the trip also. He is growing quickly. I want to purchase some boots and a new coat here today. I too, bought a new Nimbus. I have a quill set with multicolored ink for him as he has recently decided to keep a journal. I bought some Quidditch related gifts for both boys also. We need to pick out some games or some kind of toys, Sev. They are still young boys who would enjoy them on the trip."

"There's a toy store not far from here. I need your advice on what to get. I don't know the muggle games well. Harry probably has told you about some." Severus replies.

"Yes, he has his favorites. Did you hear from the Headmaster? Will he be coming to your Christmas Eve party?" Sirius asks.

"Everyone asked has accepted. Albus, Minerva, Remus, you and Harry. Did you know Albus has agreed to Draco calling him Grandpa?" Severus asks as they enter the clothing store.

"Yes, I was informed by Draco who is overly excited about this. He told me he never knew any grandparents and thinks this is "just wicked!". Sirius answers smiling.

Christmas Eve finally arrives and Harry is traipsing back and forth in front of the floo trying to remain patient.

"DAAAAAAD! Are you ready yet? I've been waiting for so long. We're going to be late!" he calls to Sirius who is adjusting his tie.

"I'm nearly ready, son. We aren't even to be there for another fifteen minutes. Calm down. Come here and let me look at you."

When Harry reaches him, he says, "Son, you are to wear your dress shoes tonight, not trainers. This is a dress up event. I think you need to change that shirt also. It's not appropriate as it's purple."

"DAAAD, Grandpa LIKES purple. I was wearing it for him. My trainers are comfortable and the dress shoes are tight."

"Go change, Harry. White shirt, red tie, you can wear the red Christmas jumper you got from Mrs. Weasley instead of a suit jacket but you will wear dress shoes. I can adjust them so they fit. Now move along."

Seeing Harry begin to stomp up the stairs in a temper, Sirius announces "Young boys who have temper tantrums get their bottoms smacked and stuck in the corner. Walk nicely and you won't be one of those young boys."

Coming through the floo at Draco's house, Harry sees Draco sitting on the couch waiting. He too is wearing a Christmas jumper and dress shoes.

"Hello Uncle Sirius, Harry. Happy Christmas. Dad said to come to the den when you got here."

"Happy Christmas, Draco. We brought presents!" Harry announces gleefully.

"Happy Christmas, Draco. We'll follow you since I'm not sure where to go." Sirius answers with a hand on the shoulder of his son. The boy is bouncing so, he might just bounce back into the floo.

"Dad, Harry and Uncle Sirius are here. May Harry and I go to the kitchen now?"

"Go ahead boys." Severus answers after greeting Harry and Sirius.

In the kitchen, Draco shows Harry the cut out Christmas biscuits that are lined up ready to be decorated. "Mitzi says we get to decorate them and we'll eat them after we open gifts. We will have these with hot chocolate while the adults have hot toddies and something else to eat."

After the boys finish decorating, Harry glances at his jumper. "Uh oh! I'm in trouble! Dad said to stay clean and I have frosting and decoration pieces all down my front." Looking over at Draco he tells him "You have frosting and decorations all over you too. What do we do now?"

Before Draco can answer they hear "Hello boys! Are you enjoying decorating the biscuits?"

"Grandma Min! Yes, it was fun but now we're going to be in trouble. We didn't mean to get all mussed but we did." Harry answers sadly.

"Well of course you did. No one can decorate beautiful biscuits like these without getting a bit on them. Come, stand over here and I'll do a refresher charm on you. You too, Draco. That's what Grandmas do. Help get grandchildren out of trouble." She replies as both boys thank her.

"Draco, Albus told me you are now his grandson. It would be an honor if you would allow me to be your Grandma too. Not in class of course but any other time, I would enjoy it."

"I'd love to have a Grandma. I never had grandparents." Draco tells her shyly.

"Well young man, you have grandparents now. It's time for gifts boys. Your presence is requested in the formal living room." Albus announces coming to get them.

Just as the two boys are about to race each other out of the kitchen, Minerva commands "Gentlemen who are my grandsons walk politely into the living room. They do not act as wild unicorns while inside a building."

Watching Draco and Harry walk serenely into the room, Sirius asks "Did you cast a behavior charm on my child, Minerva?"

"Of course not, Sirius. How could you suggest such a thing?"

"I've not seen proper decorum from Harry when gifts are involved. Something is going on."

"I simply reminded them they were gentlemen and to behave as such. Now Draco, if you will please bring me the two packages wrapped in red paper, we'll begin." Minerva replies with a disdainful sniff.

"Happy Christmas boys." Minerva says motioning for them to open the gifts.

"Dad?" Harry asks before tearing into the box.

"Go ahead, son. I'd like to see what you have."

Pulling an envelope out of the box, Harry looks over at Draco. He too has an envelope.

"Boys, this is from myself and your Dads. Go on, open the envelope." Minerva cajoles.

Pulling out a pamphlet and tickets, Harry reads " Avoriaz Ski Resort, France." Looking at Draco, he sees his cousin has the same tickets and brochure in his hands.

"We are going to take a Ski vacation after Christmas, boys. Minerva's family has a cabin we can stay in and the resort is very near the cabin. It will be for four days." Severus tells the boys.

"What do you tell her?" Sirius prompts when the two children sit dumbfounded.

"Thank you Grandma and Dad!" Harry speaks up quickly with Draco echoing "Thank you very much."

"You are welcome, boys."

"Now, it's my turn. Draco, if you will bring the two boxes wrapped in the green with red bows, those are from me." Remus directs.

"Ohhh! Look! Look Dad!" Draco calls out as he pulls a dragon figurine out of the box. "It's a Hungarian Horntail! My favorite one! Thanks Uncle Remus!" Draco tells him.

"Uncle Remus, thank you for my gift too. I love my Quidditch book. I can learn the moves now." Harry tells his beaming uncle.

"You will not be practicing any moves unless I'm there to supervise, young man." Sirius informs him.

"Yes Dad, I'll remember."

"I believe it's my turn now. Harry, will you bring the box with the striped green, red and white paper?" Sirius directs.

"Okay boys, this is for both of you. I didn't wrap it separately but there is something for each of you. Draco, you open it."

Reaching in to the mounds of tissue paper with Harry sitting beside him, Draco pulls out a mirror. Glancing at Harry, he pulls out a matching mirror from the box and hands it to Harry.

"Mirrors, Dad? Do you want us to always look to see how clean we are?" Harry asks perplexed.

At the roar of laughter from Remus, the boys exchange glances.

"Remus, hush so I can explain." Sirius tells his longtime friend. "Boys, these are not grooming mirrors. They are communication mirrors. Harry, go into the hallway and then speak quietly into the mirror to Draco."

Obeying, Harry stands in the hall and whispers into the mirror "Draco? Can you hear me?"

"I can see you and hear you, Harry! Do you see me too?" Draco asks.

"YES!" Harry yells, earning a warning from his Dad to stop shouting. "Harry! Come back in and quiet down!" Sirius says into Draco's mirror.

"Boys, Harry's other Dad, James and I had a set of mirrors similar to these. When you are apart, you may talk to each other into the mirror." Sirius explains.

"That's wicked Dad! Thanks so much!" Harry says hugging Sirius.

"I can't wait to use it tonight. Thank you Uncle Sirius!" Draco says.

"Alright Draco, it's time for us to give Harry our gifts. Please get them." Severus requests.

"Here Harry, this one is from Dad. The one in the candy cane paper is from me." Draco says handing over a box wrapped in silver paper along with the smaller box.

"Happy Christmas, Harry. I hope you enjoy it." Severus says as he watches the boy open his gift.

Unwrapping the box, Harry lifts out the book that is placed back side up and turns it over. "Tom Sawyer!" He squeals. "Thanks, Uncle Sev! I've been wanting it! Hogwarts library didn't have it!"

"You are welcome, son. Now open Draco's before he expires from excitement!"

"DAD!" Draco says flushing from embarrassment.

"A SNITCH! Thanks Drake! I really wanted a new one. The old one broke apart the last time we played." Harry tells his cousin as he examines the gold ball.

"Harry, put the snitch down so you can give Draco his gift from you." Sirius directs the mesmerized child.

Handing over the box wrapped in bright gold paper and tied with shimmering gold ribbon, Harry says "Happy Christmas, Draco. This is from me."

"Oh, Harry! Thank You! I got a snitch too! Dad! Look! I got a silver snitch! You and I can play Catch the Snitch here at the Manor." Draco calls out excitedly.

"Hmm, yes I suppose we can." Severus says unenthusiastically as he gives Sirius a baleful look.

"Uncle Sev? May I give you my gift now?" Harry asks not wanting to interrupt.

"Go ahead child. It wasn't necessary to get me anything." Severus answers.

"I hope you like it. It's what I went to buy at the forbidden place the other day." Harry says with a glance at Sirius.

Unwrapping the gift, Severus pulls the silver wand holder out.

"It has snakes on each side. See? You can put your wand in it when we do potions so you have your hands free to use." Harry explains anxiously.

"Harry, this is wonderful. Thank you so much, son. From now on though, please find gifts in approved places." Severus says giving the boy a squeeze.

"Yes sir, I will."

"Uncle Sirius? I have something for you also." Draco tells him as he puts a box in his Uncle's lap.

"Draco, however did you know I would like a sky gazing ball? This is perfect for the nights it is too cloudy to see the stars. Thank you son."

For Minerva, the boys have a hand woven shawl, for Albus a gift card to Honeydukes, and for Remus they have a dictating quill.

"Well, if that is all the gifts, I guess it's time for refreshments." Severus announces standing.

"Not just yet, Severus. I have something for both boys but they need their coats and gloves since it's outside." Albus informs them.

Harry makes a mad scramble for his coat as Draco follows him to the closet by the front door.

"What are you up to, Albus?" Sirius asks quietly after seeing the sparkling glint in the older man's eyes.

"Just you wait and see. This is my gift to my Grandsons." Albus replies following Harry and Draco outside.

"Sev, I don't know about you, but this doesn't sound good. We'd best go see what he's done now."

"Go around to the side of the house boys." Albus directs the two jumping children.

"A SPEEDWAY AND RACE CARS!" Harry yells as Draco stands dumbfounded and staring. "For me?" he whispers.

"Well, actually Draco it's for both of you. When Harry gets home he'll find he has one just like this with two cars and a track also." Albus replies smiling at the boys.

"Can we try it, Grandpa? Please?" Harry asks nudging Draco into saying "Please?"

"Go ahead, put on the helmets and restraints in the cars. Then you may try it."

Severus and the other adults reach the side of the house just as the two boys roar away in the cars.

"Dumbledore! You bought my child a racetrack?" Severus sputters.

"They'll be alright, Sev. I'm sure the cars are spelled not to crash. AREN'T they Albus?" Sirius asks with a touch of worry in his voice.

"Of course, relax gentlemen. The boys will be safe." Dumbledore replies with a quick flick of his wand towards the two racing cars. He had forgotten that one important small detail in his planning.

"The raceway is designed so the boys may manipulate the track to set up different courses. It's word of mouth operated before the cars begin. The boys seem to love it." Albus says fondly.

"What child wouldn't love their own motorway and car, Albus?" Remus asks smiling as the two children roar by on the cars.

"It's too cold out here for all of us. Albus, you set this up so you stay and monitor the children. I want them both inside in fifteen minutes for cocoa!" Minerva orders.

"Yes Ma'am." he replies smiling at her as she turns to follow the men inside.