(Just a bit of fluffiness, MMAD centric mostly :)Well, read and review I guess, flame if you want lol)
It was the morning of September 2nd, and the hundreds of students at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry filed into the great hall to begin the day. They eagerly filled their plates with the delicious food, and waited for their head of house to walk down the table, handing out agendas.
Minerva McGonagall was one such student. She sat anxiously at the Gryffindor table, her hands fiddling with a loose thread on her robes. This was her first year at Hogwarts, and when she got her schedule she looked at it with horror.
Where was the History of Magic corridor? What about the Transfiguration classroom? What would happen if she wasn't able to get to any of her classrooms? Would she be expelled?
A light hand fell on her shoulder. She looked up into the eyes of Albus Dumbledore, the Transfiguration professor. His turquoise robes clashed violently with his auburn hair and beard, but his eyes still twinkled brightly over his half-moon spectacles. All around her, students were rushing around, but she payed no attention to them, choosing to look into his positively mystifying eyes.
"Miss McGonagall, would you like me to escort you to your first class? I believe that it is Transfiguration," he asked her softly, with an awkward half smile on his face.
"I-it would be very nice, Professor," she stuttered. As she stood up, her hand hit the goblet of pumpkin juice. The contents of the goblet splashed all over the table, hitting a couple of her fellow Gryffindors with the sticky liquid. Her face flushed a bright red as she muttered a hasty apology.
Dumbledore watched the scene with an amused expression on his face. He even chucked lightly at her face, which was a delicious shade of rosy pink. Pulling out his wand, he waved it over the table. The pumpkin juice was gone in an instant. Giving him a radiant smile, they walked out of the great hall together and through the corridors.
Looking down, she noticed something rather odd.
"Professor?" Minerva asked tensely.
"Yes, Miss McGonagall?"
"Why… are your socks two different colors?"
"It adds variety and color to life," Dumbledore stated with a completely straight face.
"I see," Minerva gasped out, stifling giggles.
And they arrived at the classroom.
The next day when Minerva walked into the great hall, she saw a large, tawny owl perched on a bowl in front of where she usually sat. Curiously, she walked over and opened the package tied to its leg.
After feeding the owl a bit of toast, she opened the brightly colored present. Inside was a steel tin, and inside of that… lemon drops?
She groaned audibly. She hated lemon drops. Only her aunt ever sent them to her, and only when she felt guilty for something or other.
'What to do with them…' thought Minerva as she walked through the halls. Turning a corner, she bumped into something, or rather someone, and toppled over. She was just about to reprimand whoever it until she looked into the electric blue eyes of her professor.
Dumbledore looked down at his young charge, with her long raven colored hair and piercing emerald green eyes, then held out a hand to help her up.
"Thank you, Professor," Minerva said stiffly.
"Ah, it is no problem my dear. Now, hurry along," Dumbledore replied, and started off in the other direction.
Minerva watched her professor walk down the hall, until she felt the cold steel of the tin in her hand again. An idea popped into her head.
"Professor Dumbledore!" She shouted, sprinting down the hall to catch up with him.
He stopped and turned, and saw Minerva sprinting towards him. His brow furrowed.
She stopped in front of him, held out the tin, and between gasps she said, "Would you like a lemon drop?"
(A/N This story is for Buzzcat, who kind of inspired me to write this. Thanks Buzzy :D)