She took no more than two steps when she felt someone following her. When she turned her head, she found a huge black shadow covering her.

He looked so terrifying that she almost pulled out her wand.

"Afraid?" he said through gritted teeth.

"What do you want?"

"Take back what you just said."

"Which sentence? Are you still a 'boy'?"

He stared at her silently.

"If you are really an older person, you must learn to control the desire to criticize young people." Pomona glared back at him, "Stop worrying about Percival Dumbledore, everyone is dead."

He didn't say anything, and left without looking back. Before leaving, he slammed her door.

She breathed a sigh of relief. She originally thought...

"What an idiot." She shook her head with a wry smile, put away her pretentiousness, and looked at the short, fat woman in the mirror.

"Who would fall in love with you?" she said teasingly, then turned to clean up the mess.
Chapter completed!