As Albus Dumbledore left the staff meeting, he scowled darkly, but not before he checked to see that nobody's around. I do have a reputation to upkeep, ya'know? He rubbed his temples and signed resignedly. The thought of a nice lemon drop in his office cheered him and he increased his pace on the cold gray cobblestones. As a headache with the magnitude of a dozen of trampling elephants brewed, Dumbledore's confident stride became jerky, and cuss words could be heard muttering out of his mouth. "Bloody teachers……..expecting me to have the answers to every freaking thing……..what am I? Master of the universe? Keeper of all thou holy secrets? Damn idiots….."
If possible, his headache increased. Finally reaching his office, his tense shoulders sagged with relief. Hurriedly, he took a lemon drop from his bottomless supply and sucked greedily on it. The ever-famous twinkle in his eyes came back in full force. Ah………….bliss……….even if it is drugs.
Contrary to the belief that Professor Dumbledore love sweets of all kinds, he does not. Those sweets of his are just drugs to help soothe his mood, whenever things get too much to handle. Which is rather often. Honestly, nobody can live for that long under prolonged stress of making all those huge decisions without going a little, well…...defected. And he's certainly no saint or perfect being. Like the rest of the population, Albus needs a channel to release his frustration, fears and helplessness. Particularly so with the return of that arsehole Moldy Vodie.
Every few decades, or a century or so, a psychotic wanna-be with powerful magic would arise and try to take over the world, converting it to their sick, twisted ideals. Truly, you would have thought that the dark side would have come up with something original once in a while. The evil wizards of all time may have been especially talented and magically inclined, but their imagination is sorely lacking. Well, perhaps all the brain cells go into ways of torturing any poor soul that is unfortunate enough to cross their paths.
Thinking about that huge bane of existence in the wizardry world caused Dumbledore to pop another few "lemon-drops" into his mouth. The twinkle in his eyes faded as the drugs kicked in. A glazed look came over his face and he sagged in his comfortable armchair. His mind wandered happily to whatever la-la land he goes to when he's drugged.
Whoopee! I can fly! Whew!! Watch me go! La la la laaaaaaa, la la la.
A/N: I woke up at 5am in the morning and the idea just came to me. It twirled in my head and just wouldn't quit, so here's the result of being insomniac.
I usually only write Anime fanfiction, but I'm really obsessed with HP's ones too. Reading so many fantastic ones (and some real crappy ones too) inspired me to no end. There are still many ideas floating in my head, like why does Hermonie studies so hard? Is Ron really as rash as he seems? Is Snape as heartless as many perceived? (Snape fans please don't kill me)
Everyone wears a mask to some extent…….and that's what this ficcy is about.
Thanks for putting up with my rambling……….now you have my ever-lasting gratefulness if you would just review too! Pretty please dear, adorable kind readers!
