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Dumbledore the headmaster of Hogwarts was addicted to candy. Anything like blood pops, chocolate frogs, gumi bear, M&Ms, and of course his precious lemon drops. His daily diet of his so called drug consists of at least ten lemon drops, five chocolate frogs and three gumi bears a meal - which is the minimum amount.

Most people describe Dumbledore a kind grandfather type person with a smile on his face and always a twinkle in his eye. Just to say, the twinkle does that mean happiness or even some reflection off his glasses. It meant craving. Craving for candy of course - he could never ever get enough of them.

November is a very dangerous month to go near this candy addicted wizard.

Before Halloween - a day before November - his eyes will be strangely blinding as if someone had dabbed too much glitter in his eyes. He could practically smell the sweet odor of chocolate and see the bags and bags of candy from little kid's swinging trick-or-treat bags. On October the 31st he would go around dressed like Flich or Snape - what useful people- and confisticate bags and bags of delicious candy. All through the month of November, he would lock himself in his office and practically inhale the blood pops, chocolate frogs, gumi bear, acid pops etc. – all 'confisticated' from kids.

At the end of the month of November he would always feel the craving emerging again – and that's when he goes crazy, hyper and a bit mental. So during the end of November he will always find a way to amuse himself – except for this year. He had run out of ideas. He had already did a costume contest, a pie eating contest, a ballet performance, a candy skit, a moon watching club, a jump rope contest, and even a 'donate candy for the needy' club - which you should know, only went to one of 'needy' people.

So on November the 21st, Dumbledore sat on the ground of his office which a slight twinkle in his eyes and thought of his current situations of not having anything to distract him from his gurgling stomach.

Glancing at a few words on the back of a wrapper that said: Survey to win 100 dollars! He suddenly got an idea. Taking out a piece of paper he scrawled some words on it and made many copies of his. Rubbing his hands he threw back his head and laughed a laugh that would have made Voldemort proud.

A/N: This ch. is an intro – sorry if it's a bit boring but just wanted to write why Dumbledore is doing all this…Review Please