You look perfect.
Are you sure?
I'm so nervous
You look...well, like you've just got home from work.
That's the plan. "Oh, yes, Mother. I'm just home from work. Albus should be coming over shortly. I don't live with him or anything."
Don't be nervous.
It'll be fine. We'll be fine. My hair will be fine.
It's already fine. Leave it.
No. Are you?
But there are...curly bits?
I find them charming.
So. One hour. Should I floo or apparate?
Floo. I'll come and get you.
You...can still back out, Al. You're sure, right?
Of course I'm sure. It'll be good.
Okay. What if my hair gets mussed up in the floo?
Then I'll discreetly arrange it when you arrive.
Okay. I love you.
So. I call them Mr. and Mrs. Malfoy, I don't mention my surname, we haven't been sleeping together for over seven years, and I very much like to brew.
That all sounds perfect. Especially because there is no way they're going to understand why we were sleeping together at age eleven.
Except...your surname. Don't worry about that.
And I love you, too.
I'm not sure anyone will ever understand that.
Well. Best to not bring that sort of thing up. Don't worry. I've got it all under control.
I'm not sure we understand that.
You look perfect. It's going to be fine. Do not stand here worrying for an hour.
I won't. I've been saving this article about the multiple uses of Acromantula venom. Apparently they've discovered more!
Yeah, fine. I'll see you in a bit.
I'll be there the whole time. If you want to get out, you kick me.
I'm sure it'll be nice. Don't worry.
I expect you to look at least half as good as me when I see you next.
There's just no way, love. I'll do my best, though.
Okay. Okay. I'm going.
Love you too. A kiss for good luck?
You don't need it.
But...A kiss because I want to.
Bye, idiot. See you in a bit.
How dare you.
Bloody hell. It's curling again!