Dancing Lemon Drops?
One shot!
Everything was a little fuzzy. I could make out little, much less where I was and what I was doing here. My Amber colored eyes, and the sight of a werewolf I beheld was not helping in the least.
Finally, after rubbing my eyes almost nonstop for a minute or two I gave up, and, running a hand over my scared face, I looked around and tried to decipher my surrounds, despite the blurriness that seemed to prevent me from making out much of the room.
Interestingly enough, I appeared to be in the Headmaster's office. In Hogwarts. Halfway across the country from where I remembered being. Suddenly I noticed Albus sitting across from me slightly worried expression. Odd, he wasn't blurry; I could make out his feature perfectly.
Very confused now, I waited to see was the old man would do, he'd always been good about handling odd situations. I waited and watched as he stood, his face set in a cheerful expression. Next came my eyes rolling skyward, the infernal man was offering me a Lemon Drop of all things. Only Albus would think to offer such a thing at a time like this. The question was; how did I even end up in Hogwarts?
Annoyed now, I curtly, but politely, declined the offer and went back to studying the room which, besides Albus, still seemed to be annoyingly blurry. I ran a rough hand through my brown and gray hair in annoyance, even with the unclear vision I could make out Fawkes' Phoenix perch, the desk, the odds and ends of mismatched baubles, heck even Albus' horrible fashion sense was easy to make out! Why wasn't anything else in focus?
Something flashed off to my right in the corner of my eyes and I turned my head to see it...
My jaw dropped, hitting the floor quite literally as I watched, disbelief clear on my face as Albus danced with his Lemon drops that seemed to have grown to a human size and were merrily enjoying their newfound freedom.
'Sirius dying must have been the last straw.' I thought morosely, 'I'm finally going insane.'
I watched Albus and the Lemon Drops do the hokey pokey, trying to tell myself I wasn't insane. I declined quickly every time the older man offered me another Lemon drop or asked me to dance, this was just so surreal…
"Are you quiet sure you don't want a lemon drop, my boy?" Albus asked as everything faded out.
Later that day...
Sitting in the headmasters office later that day to discuss Harry was slightly disturbing after my dream, I mused, the only thing that could make it any stranger would be-
"Lemon drop, Remus?" Albus asked sitting down across from me.
Author's Note:
I've had this for a while; I don't even remember what it was for anymore. Anyway, I'll have my next TDAC chapter out soon, I'm just proof reading now. Also, I'm going to be changing my penname soon, it'll be Brighthalk when my next post comes out so, beware.
This is only a oneshot, please keep that in mind.
Until next time,
Flames.
Words: 534
Pages: 2
Chapters: Oneshot, N/A