A Winter's Night
It was the first week of the Christmas Holidays and the school was devoid of students, only the staff remained. The clock in the tower had just struck half past eleven, the passages were dark and peacefull. The only person who seemed to be up was Albus Dumbledore, his silvery hair and beard touched with the golden glow of candles, eyes gleaming with anticipation as he stepped towards Minerva's chambers.
Albus knew he shouldn't do it, but it was as though a kind of insanity had fallen over him. From the first moment that he had glanced out of his window on this dark winter's night he had been tempted. He had tried to fight it, but it was impossible to resist the urge. He would regret it, probably forever, certainly for a very long time. He really shouldn't do it. It was pushing courage into the realms of foolishness and beyond.
And yet here he was, standing outside the door of Minerva's chambers, the small glistening round object grasped in his hand, his heart pounding with anticipation. He really shouldn't do this. He should turn around now while he still could. It was nearly midnight, far too late for such foolishness, and she would think it the worst kind of foolishness. She would certainly not approve, and it was the thought of that which made Albus' sapphire eyes gleam mischeviously. He really could not resist.
"Snowball Fight !" He yelled as he swung the door open, and lept gleefully into Minerva's chambers, hurtling his carefully made snowball at the figure sitting in the chair by the fire.
The dark figure rose from it's seat, face and clothing speckled with glistening white snow, roaring with righteous rage.
From the door of Minerva's bathroom came a wrathful bellow, "Albus ! How dare you snowball my Mother !"
"Uh oh !" Albus gasped, as his eyes swung rapidly from one furious dark haired witch to the other. He had completely forgotten that Minerva's mother was visiting. "Uh oh ..." He whispered once more, then turned and fled down the passage as fast as he could. He might be just about able to handle one angry woman but two was just too much.
Author's Notes
Please review, it doesn't take long and it makes an writer's day all bright and sparkly. :D
It's snowing here, and that inspired this, well and my evil wish to run outside make a snowball, sneak in and throw it at my boyfriend as he slept ... I didn't though because it would have been mean ... but very very funny. :D So Albus did it instead. :D
Probably complete unless inspiration strikes. ;)