Fudge glared at me across the table. "Serena, you said tonight you wouldn't bring your work home."

I shrugged. "I got overloaded. Besides, they were curious." I picked up my wine glass and took a sip.

"But Serena, this is a date."

I nodded. I wasn't going to disagree with him.

"At a Muggle restaurant."

Again, nodding.

Fudge rubbed his face with his hand. "You brought two bloody dementors."

"Language!" I cried, exaggerating my horror. Behind me, Bowtie and Lady Pink Bow waggled their decrepit fingers at him.

"I can't allow you to do this!" my boyfriend nearly yelled.

I shrugged. "Muggles can't see them."

Fudge gestured around the restaurant. I followed his hand. The Muggles were cowering at their tables, shivering in their light summer clothes and looking morbid.

I grimaced. Fudge glared at me.

"Fine," I conceded.

*not my best. I just like the image of dementors wagging their fingers.*