"And what are you two doing here?"

I am brave, indeed.
I'm sitting here, reading morning-after slash, with my father standing all of three-and-a-half feet away on the phone. Blatantly-obvious, teacher-student, witchcraft-involving morning-after slash. With a parent not only in the room, but about to step toward me and hang up the phone at any moment.

I feel so Gryffindorkish.