Imaginary Terms of Endearment (and Angry Gingers)

"Tell me Harry, how long does the average publicly traded love potion usually last?" Her tone was benign, the tilt of her eyebrow said she was just barely refraining from calling him stupid. "Uh, I think it's about five or six wee.." He trailed off, his forehead wrinkling before he jerked his head up to look at her with eyes wide. "Oh, for fucks sake! You've got to be kidding me."