Tear it...
Minerva took a peek over her shoulder before she whipped back around.
Good. He was blushing too.
Hands balled at her sides, she tapped her foot impatiently while they went about dressing him quickly. Efficient at least. Sure this wasn't her home but... Still, she was more important than they were and she got a tap on her shoulder.
"Miss?"
Minerva turned around, still red and frowned at Hope.
Then she blinked a few times and frowned more.
"You look like..." A frown, "Very familiar." Stalking to him, reached up to fix his hair, slowly drying in the warm room, making sure it was dashing looking. A moment spent too long with her fingers in his hair and staring at his face and... It was a pity the boy was a beggar lost in the castle.
"Come along," She said holding out a hand, "Have you ever been in the palace before?" She inquired, an eyebrow lifted curiously.