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Poppy was putting away the latest batch of Pepper-Up that Severus had brewed her when a very familiar patronus bounded into the storeroom. She looked down and smiled at the bluish-white, bespectacled cat before her wife’s familiar Scottish brogue emerged from it.
“Poppy my love, supper is ready. I do hope you’ll only be a wee bit longer, and that you haven’t forgotten what today is.”
Poppy rolled her eyes as Minerva’s patronus faded. Honestly, she had only forgotten their anniversary once, and almost twenty years ago at that. Still, she hurried; she didn’t want to upset her still-fiery Scot of a wife.
A little while later, Poppy entered the quarters that she had shared with Minerva for over twenty years, and was unsurprised—but delighted nonetheless—to see that Minerva had placed candles everywhere, and that the table was laden with their favourite foods and wine.
She felt her wife’s arms wrap around her from behind, and heard her lovely voice whisper in her ear. “Happy twenty-seventh anniversary my love.”
Poppy turned in her arms and placed a soft kiss on Minerva's lips. “Twenty-seven and counting, my darling Tabby. Twenty-seven and counting.”