"It is not about understanding what he tells you, it is about understanding what he says about you," Minerva hushed, the wound still fresh. His governess had, over the course of the last few days, come to hold a grudge, and Harry couldn't blame her. However, both Greek startled silent by the sudden sound of horse shoes on cobble stone.<br/>They both turned their heads in the direction of the sound, and both showed different degrees of surprise. Minerva, understanding the change in dynamics, stepped away from Harry, creating a bigger distance between her and the crown prince. From there, she bowed.<br/>Harry, on the other hand, looked closer to gobsmacked. Harry hadn't seen the prince for days; his memory did the striking sight of the prince's fair complexion, next to his pearly horse, little justice.<br/>Over the course of only a few seconds, a small smile had appeared onto Harry's lips - only to then immediately be washed away by an almost flustered look. Even this expression was partially hidden as he, too, bowed for the prince.<br/>"Your Highness," Harry greeted in Latin, having caught on that the prince seemed almost unwilling to speak French to him.<br/>Once Harry straightened his posture, the flustered look had disappeared into pleasant politeness. "I am sorry, I did not expect your presence."