The Secret of The Chocolate Frog Cards
Disclaimer: The usual.
Prologue:
"Oh, Severus, do not forget your...chocolate frog card," Dumbledore whispered, smiling. Dumbledore gave him "The Look."
The very look that sent chills down Severus's back.
Snape flinched.
"Yes, Headmaster," he replied.
"Very well, then. Off you go."
The Potions Master wicked his hair around, wafted out of the room, and left The Headmaster twirling his thumbs.
Professor McGonagall looked towards him and laughed.
Dumbledore spoke, growing ever more happy. "Yes, Minerva. I know exactly what you are...thinking."
"Oh, do you?" She said quickly, " I mean, you have just given him another...responsibility. I just believe
Severus Snape is old enough to know not to simply leave his card lying around, Albus!"
"He is indeed, Minerva. But like so many...or more correctly...so few know, a great burden is put upon those who
know...The...Secret...of...The...ChocolateFrogCards!" Dumbledore replied, suddenly increasing his speed
at "Chocolate Frog Cards."
Professor McGonagall coughed violently. "Yes! Yes! Indeed!" She replied loudly, agreeing.
"Ah, anyways, Minerva! May I offer you a Puking Pa..." he began.
The Deputy Headmistress cut him off, "No!"
"But--"
"No, Albus! No! Remember when you *accidentally* gave me a Canary Cream, and you *conveniently* forgot to tell
me the side-effects?" She now looked rather upset.
"Oh, yes," Dumbledore said chuckling, picking up a frame and showing her. "I still...*still*...have the picture.
I actually displayed it in the men's lavatory for some time."
"WHAT?!" she shrieked.
"Calm yourself, Minerva."
McGonagall gave him a rather severe look. "You had better be joking."
"Actually...yes!" He said, grinning.
McGonagall didn't look any happier. "Well! I still...*still*...had to teach my classes...covered in feathers!
Feathers, Albus! The students talked about it for weeks..."
"Yes, I believe it was in the school paper as well."
Growing even more red, she ignored him and continued, "Neville Longbottom, poor simpleton, thought I had a horrible
accident with a new Transfiguration spell!"
Dumbledore simply smiled. "Very well, Minerva. Very...well. Let us not have you going to class puking on
poor Neville Longbottom," said Dumbledore, quietly. "Now, we should discuss Ms. Susan Bones. I hear she
is...sneaking...into...*Gryffindor*...classes," he continued, now issuing her "The Look." I believe that we should--"
"Vera Verto!!!" screamed McGonagall, as she reached inside her robes, withdrew her wand, and swished
it four times through the air.
Disclaimer: The usual.
Prologue:
"Oh, Severus, do not forget your...chocolate frog card," Dumbledore whispered, smiling. Dumbledore gave him "The Look."
The very look that sent chills down Severus's back.
Snape flinched.
"Yes, Headmaster," he replied.
"Very well, then. Off you go."
The Potions Master wicked his hair around, wafted out of the room, and left The Headmaster twirling his thumbs.
Professor McGonagall looked towards him and laughed.
Dumbledore spoke, growing ever more happy. "Yes, Minerva. I know exactly what you are...thinking."
"Oh, do you?" She said quickly, " I mean, you have just given him another...responsibility. I just believe
Severus Snape is old enough to know not to simply leave his card lying around, Albus!"
"He is indeed, Minerva. But like so many...or more correctly...so few know, a great burden is put upon those who
know...The...Secret...of...The...ChocolateFrogCards!" Dumbledore replied, suddenly increasing his speed
at "Chocolate Frog Cards."
Professor McGonagall coughed violently. "Yes! Yes! Indeed!" She replied loudly, agreeing.
"Ah, anyways, Minerva! May I offer you a Puking Pa..." he began.
The Deputy Headmistress cut him off, "No!"
"But--"
"No, Albus! No! Remember when you *accidentally* gave me a Canary Cream, and you *conveniently* forgot to tell
me the side-effects?" She now looked rather upset.
"Oh, yes," Dumbledore said chuckling, picking up a frame and showing her. "I still...*still*...have the picture.
I actually displayed it in the men's lavatory for some time."
"WHAT?!" she shrieked.
"Calm yourself, Minerva."
McGonagall gave him a rather severe look. "You had better be joking."
"Actually...yes!" He said, grinning.
McGonagall didn't look any happier. "Well! I still...*still*...had to teach my classes...covered in feathers!
Feathers, Albus! The students talked about it for weeks..."
"Yes, I believe it was in the school paper as well."
Growing even more red, she ignored him and continued, "Neville Longbottom, poor simpleton, thought I had a horrible
accident with a new Transfiguration spell!"
Dumbledore simply smiled. "Very well, Minerva. Very...well. Let us not have you going to class puking on
poor Neville Longbottom," said Dumbledore, quietly. "Now, we should discuss Ms. Susan Bones. I hear she
is...sneaking...into...*Gryffindor*...classes," he continued, now issuing her "The Look." I believe that we should--"
"Vera Verto!!!" screamed McGonagall, as she reached inside her robes, withdrew her wand, and swished
it four times through the air.
