Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. No surprise there.
A/N: This is my first fanfiction. Please read and review! Constructive criticism is appreciated, flames are not.
Pooglesnort
Albus Dumbledore sat at his desk tapping his quill to his chin. It was three days before school began and he was trying to write his welcoming speech. So far, he only had a couple of sentences. He had some ideas about what to say, but none of them were good enough. For this year, Albus had decided, was the year he would actually give his speech and he wanted everything to be perfect. Every year he prepared a magnificent speech to give at the feast, and every year he saw the tired faces of the students and just said random words instead. He could never bear to bore them with his speeches. This year though, he was going to give his speech even if the started to bang their heads against the table in boredom! Besides, they probably thought he was going barmy with the odd words he chose to say.
The night of the feast Albus was so excited he couldn't stop smiling, despite his best efforts (his cheeks were starting to hurt). He had finished writing his speech the day before and was extremely proud of it. It was the perfect length (two paragraphs), and said everything elegantly and charmingly. He had even memorized it to make it all the more impressive.
He jumped when Professor McGonagall tapped him on the shoulder.
"Albus, it's time for you're speech." She said with a tired smile. Dumbledore stood at the podium and smiled at his students. Half of them were talking to their friends and not even attempting to pay attention; while the other half was staring at him with glazed eyes trying to listen, but with few succeeding. He opened his mouth to give his amazing speech and said "Pooglesnort, talleywag, boo. Goodnight." before sitting back down, uttering a disappointed sigh. "Oh well," he thought, "there'll always be next year".