None of the characters or locations mentioned in this story are mine. In
fact, the only things that are mine are the lemon-drops and the woolen
socks, and you're more than welcome to borrow those if you'd like. Just
ask. Everything belongs to the goddess J.K. Rowling, except the cabinets,
which belong to a furniture catalog I saw a few months ago. Yes, I'm
weird.
Anyways, this was just an idea that struck me. It means very little. I just like Dumbledore; he's adorable. And I'm a major Albus/Minerva shipper. :::waves a flag proclaiming just that::: Hee. Well, enjoy. Please R&R. Thanks!
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Dumbledore smiled as he surveyed the cabinet in front of him, pleased that all of its contents were jumbled nicely. Organized chaos was such a lovely thing!
Shelf upon shelf was littered with a wide assortment of objects he had acquired over the years. All of them had been given to him by the students of Hogwarts, and he treasured each and every one. There were chocolate frog wrappers (he'd already eaten the contents long ago, but kept the wrappers as sentimental things), tiny little hand-made imitation Sorting Hats, a doll fashioned after Dumbledore himself, and even a little red heart-shaped pillow. The doors of the cabinet were covered in poems and drawings dedicated to him, inspired by him, and about him. It was a very reassuring sight.
Practically glowing with content and happiness, Dumbledore closed the doors to the cabinet, then opened another cabinet, this one slightly smaller. The inside of this one was much more organized, and filled with things he actively collected, whether he had gotten them himself or they had been given to him as gifts.
The top two shelves were filled with boxes and bags of lemon-drops, piled one on top of the other. He loved those sour little Muggle candies with a passion, and always bought some when he visited the Muggle world.
Underneath the two shelves were three drawers, which contained great number of socks. Opening the drawers, Dumbledore looked fondly at pair after pair of warm woolen socks, of every make and color. There were purple and red, blue and green; stripes, polka-dots, and plain; ones with little yellow stars, cute red hearts, grinning orange pumpkins, and hissing black cats. Long socks, short socks… The important thing was that they were all woolen and warm, and they all made him happy.
Sighing happily, Dumbledore took out a box of lemon-drops and a pair of heart-covered socks, the shut the cabinet door. Putting on the socks and pocketing the lemon-drops, he apparated out of his room and reappeared at the main door of Hogwarts. Professor McGonagall was already there, a smile on her face.
"Albus. It's nice to see you on time." she said, looking at him fondly. He smiled and reached into his pocket, pulling out one of the boxes of candy.
"Here, Minerva. They're my favorite, as you know. I'd like you to have some. They're lovely; I'm sure you'll enjoy them."
Mrs. McGonagall blushed, her smile growing into a full-fledged grin. "Thank you, Alby. I appreciate it very much. Now, let's head to Hogsmeade. Our table is waiting, you know."
"I know, Minerva. I know."
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Anyways, this was just an idea that struck me. It means very little. I just like Dumbledore; he's adorable. And I'm a major Albus/Minerva shipper. :::waves a flag proclaiming just that::: Hee. Well, enjoy. Please R&R. Thanks!
* * *
Dumbledore smiled as he surveyed the cabinet in front of him, pleased that all of its contents were jumbled nicely. Organized chaos was such a lovely thing!
Shelf upon shelf was littered with a wide assortment of objects he had acquired over the years. All of them had been given to him by the students of Hogwarts, and he treasured each and every one. There were chocolate frog wrappers (he'd already eaten the contents long ago, but kept the wrappers as sentimental things), tiny little hand-made imitation Sorting Hats, a doll fashioned after Dumbledore himself, and even a little red heart-shaped pillow. The doors of the cabinet were covered in poems and drawings dedicated to him, inspired by him, and about him. It was a very reassuring sight.
Practically glowing with content and happiness, Dumbledore closed the doors to the cabinet, then opened another cabinet, this one slightly smaller. The inside of this one was much more organized, and filled with things he actively collected, whether he had gotten them himself or they had been given to him as gifts.
The top two shelves were filled with boxes and bags of lemon-drops, piled one on top of the other. He loved those sour little Muggle candies with a passion, and always bought some when he visited the Muggle world.
Underneath the two shelves were three drawers, which contained great number of socks. Opening the drawers, Dumbledore looked fondly at pair after pair of warm woolen socks, of every make and color. There were purple and red, blue and green; stripes, polka-dots, and plain; ones with little yellow stars, cute red hearts, grinning orange pumpkins, and hissing black cats. Long socks, short socks… The important thing was that they were all woolen and warm, and they all made him happy.
Sighing happily, Dumbledore took out a box of lemon-drops and a pair of heart-covered socks, the shut the cabinet door. Putting on the socks and pocketing the lemon-drops, he apparated out of his room and reappeared at the main door of Hogwarts. Professor McGonagall was already there, a smile on her face.
"Albus. It's nice to see you on time." she said, looking at him fondly. He smiled and reached into his pocket, pulling out one of the boxes of candy.
"Here, Minerva. They're my favorite, as you know. I'd like you to have some. They're lovely; I'm sure you'll enjoy them."
Mrs. McGonagall blushed, her smile growing into a full-fledged grin. "Thank you, Alby. I appreciate it very much. Now, let's head to Hogsmeade. Our table is waiting, you know."
"I know, Minerva. I know."
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