Prologue: A Meddlesome Old Enchanter
Albus Dumbledore was frustrated beyond belief. The sexual tension amongst his staff was palpable to say the least and they refused to relieve it. In fact, the whole reason he had hired all these new and fresh faces was so they would have the opportunity to grow...that and they were some of the best witches and wizard of the age.
The man sighed as he settled in to read the book of muggle fairy tales that Hermione Granger had given him for his birthday last year. As he flipped through the first story a wicked grin crept onto his features. His keen mind throttled into high gear as he could think of two people this story could pertain to...
They're going to wish I didn't have so much free time...but if they won't see sense then...I suppose some things you have to take into your own hands. Carrying the book to his work table he began formulating a new spell, one to make fairy tales come true.