You , being silly stupid in the kitchen , burnt your tongue. By that I mean you decided to lick the blue fire from the stove while Alastor was making tea for Charlie , in a rare act of kindness. Which just wasn’t fun. You screamed , trying to wash your tongue out with water or just about anything to get rid of the pain.

Alastor observed with a smirk , enjoying your strange burst of pain and awkward behavior. He rolled his eyes , his crooked sharp smirk only growing wider as he walked toward you and bent down to your height , pressing a kiss to the burn.

“ All better now , darling. My , your skin is marvelous , pepperminty , did you swallow shampoo? “

THAT DIDNT HELP THAT ONLY MADE THE PAIN WORSE WHY WOULD HE DO THAT-