Oh, this is simply delicious. I love the premise, the humour, and most of all the realistic touch of the way relationships need maintaining.
Rolanda wasn’t a man. She chose “I think we could both do with a cuppa” instead. I love your Rolanda.
“Stop drooling. I didn’t mean ‘nothing’ as in ‘nothing’. I meant I’m not going in fancy dress. Obviously.” And your Minerva. :-D
I had never previously thought that the analogy to a witch costume would be a Muggle Housewife, but I love it!
This time it was Minerva who proffered the calming hand, as Rolanda stared at the ugliest, most twisted, useless collection of misbegotten branches she had ever seen. “My goodness, that is a fine broom,” said Minerva. “Just what every witch would want, isn’t it?” Rolanda glared, and Minerva’s grip on her wrist tightened. Once again, the high Muggle heel made its presence felt. “Isn’t it, Rolanda, dear?” Minerva insisted. *laughs* Oh, those two deserve each other.
Against the chimney piece leaned the most delectable Muggle gentleman Rolanda had ever seen. The black tailcoat hugged the slender shoulders. The long legs were made for trousers, especially for trousers with such a very fetching satin band along the sides to emphasize the tall figure. The little line of black buttons on the shirt swelled over the chest, hinting at treasures that no ordinary gentleman, wizard or Muggle, could possibly offer. *gulps* If ever any story called for illustration...
What a steamy Hallowe'en. I'm so glad you reposted this, as I might have missed this otherwise.
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Rolanda wasn’t a man. She chose “I think we could both do with a cuppa” instead. I love your Rolanda.
“Stop drooling. I didn’t mean ‘nothing’ as in ‘nothing’. I meant I’m not going in fancy dress. Obviously.” And your Minerva. :-D
I had never previously thought that the analogy to a witch costume would be a Muggle Housewife, but I love it!
This time it was Minerva who proffered the calming hand, as Rolanda stared at the ugliest, most twisted, useless collection of misbegotten branches she had ever seen. “My goodness, that is a fine broom,” said Minerva. “Just what every witch would want, isn’t it?” Rolanda glared, and Minerva’s grip on her wrist tightened. Once again, the high Muggle heel made its presence felt. “Isn’t it, Rolanda, dear?” Minerva insisted. *laughs* Oh, those two deserve each other.
Against the chimney piece leaned the most delectable Muggle gentleman Rolanda had ever seen. The black tailcoat hugged the slender shoulders. The long legs were made for trousers, especially for trousers with such a very fetching satin band along the sides to emphasize the tall figure. The little line of black buttons on the shirt swelled over the chest, hinting at treasures that no ordinary gentleman, wizard or Muggle, could possibly offer. *gulps* If ever any story called for illustration...
What a steamy Hallowe'en. I'm so glad you reposted this, as I might have missed this otherwise.