Minerva McGonagall you are a perfect sheep! Why did I even think about it? The idea of it is ridiculous not to mention the whole thing. Well OK Albus loves sweets very much, but wouldn't it have been easier to simply buy a present like any other normal person would have done instead of making one? Minerva grumbled scolded herself while looking at her masterpiece.
The fact was that for the birthday of Albus Dumbledore, her beloved friend and lately perhaps something more (if a few secret kisses during night patrols and loving glance in the staff meetings counted as something more) Minerva had decided to have as a present a home made cake that would turn out to be the sweetest present he had ever received. She had an old family recipe that was considered some of the most secret McGonagall family secrets. Her grandmother and her mother had been excellent cooks. The big cake was one of the most important things in any family celebrations.
The only problem was that Minerva was perhaps one of the most powerful witches of her time, but she was a terrible cook. Moreover none of the true McGonagalls had ever used magic to prepare the famous family cake. Nevertheless Minerva had had the idea about her own special cake for a special person. But there she stood looking at cake that had turned out to be a complete fiasco. Well perhaps not a complete fiasco - she had kept her first cake in the oven until it had gained the color which could only be named a perfect raven black. This only had an enormous hole in the middle. But that wasn't that bad. So Minerva filled the cake with jam, covered it with something that should have been an icing and even made the words "Happy birthday Albus" from cranberries.
Minerva new that the cake was far from being perfect, but nonetheless the present came from her hart and that was more important than anything else (she hoped that Albus would have the same idea about her present). Since there was nothing more to add Minerva began to make her way towards the headmaster's office, but just as she was approaching one of the small corridors turning left a student run straight into her. Minerva didn't even have time to scream before her face was full of the Happy-birthday-Albus cake. Being completely confused she didn't register who the guilty person had been.
Meanwhile Albus was sitting at his desk. It was five past seven. Minerva was five minutes late and that was something unthinkable. Perhaps something was very wrong. But before he managed to stand up form his chair, the door burst open and a very dirty Minerva ran sobbing in his office. Albus got to her feet immediately and hurried to Minerva. He noticed that she was all covered in what appeared to be icing. Between her sobs Albus managed to understand what had happened. He laughed goodheartedly in spite of himself. The next thing Minerva new was that Albus had embraced her and kissed her lightly: "Don't cry my sweet heart. At the moment you are literally the sweetest and loveliest birthday present I've ever had".