Bathilda ships it
Bathilda Bagshot: Gellert, how many times must I tell you not to leave your clothes in the living room?
Gellert: Sorry, Tante Hilda!
Bathilda: *picks up shirt and examines it* Gellert, this shirt is too small for you. Who does this belong to?
Gellert: Er, it must be Albus’ shirt. *telling blush*
Bathilda: Why did he take off his shirt here?
Gellert: *panics* Um, it’s summer? I guess he was hot.
Bathilda: *mutters under her breath* Hot for you.
Gellert: What?
Bathilda: *whistles innocently*. Nothing, dear.











