In Minerva's opinion, Professor Dumbledore was perfectly suited to academia. Mostly because his eccentricity would lead to chaos in any other field. Well, more chaos than he was currently causing at Hogwarts. Minerva often wondered whether Albus should be allowed outside the castle at all, but at least it was quiet when he was off visiting.
When he was around, however, he certainly made it difficult to believe that he was one of the greatest wizards of his time. All too often, Minerva would catch him mumbling about Sherbert Lemons, or discussing his socks with Fawkes, his pet phoenix. But her favourite moments (though Minerva would be loath to admit it) were whenever Albus was confronted with a cat.
"Ahh, good evening, Minerva," he would greet it amicably – once when she was but five feet away!
"Also not me, Albus," she'd reply dryly. Then she'd make her way to Pomona Sprout's office and hand over yet another 5 Galleons, chuckling all the while.
A/N: It's been a while, my dears! I hope you are all well and 2018 is being kind to you. This fic was inspired by this: post/148126745726/i-imagine-this-happened-frequently