Rochefort sits in his office, ignoring the quiet chatter of the portraits of past Headmasters around him. If anyone wishes to bother him, now's a good time.
"I should! We are betrothed, after all." he grins, elated by the prospect. "Shall we mix with the muggles then, lovely? Or would Elise disapprove?"
"Oh, she wouldn't mind so much. It's her stupid husband that thinks muggles are a bane on our existance." She rolls her eyes. "Ryder is such an idiot."
"Bah. Muggles aren't half bad. And they have such interesting clothes. Wizarding clothes have hardly changed in a thousand years. Robes robes robes, oh look! More robes!" he grumbles.
"I have a lot of muggle clothing. Daddy buys it for me."
"Your father's a good chap. I quite like him, in fact. Thank Merlin you don't take after your mother, dear."
"Eww, Mummy's dreadful. I don't know why Daddy married her. Honestly, it's not as though everyone doesn't know he's carrying on with that muggle man."
He snickers, playing with her hair some more. "As long as he's happy, dearest. Your mother is a harridan, but at least she's not inflicting herself on you or your father."
"Would you rather she were?"
"No. I'd rather she weren't such a harridan, though."
He pets her hair sympathetically.
She sighs a little.
He yawns, flopping over and using her for a pillow.
She pets him affectionately.
And lo, snuggling did occur!