“I know that I cannot rectify what I did with that, but at least take it as a peace offering?” stated Lydia offering to the person that was in front of her a butterbeer.
‘’I guess it’s a start,’’ Gilderoy muttered out in response. ‘’It doesn’t fully make up for completely ruining my hair with that-that thing,’’ he continued, referring to the pumpkin juice she’d accidentally spilled on his hair.
Taking a sip from the butterbeer his mood lightened slightly. ‘’I suppose a small thanks is in order.’’











