Dumbledore goes Pink and All
"Severus, now will you just invite Dumbledore for a lovely pink tea party, and put this in his tea? Don't worry, you will be rewarded." Whispered Voldemort excitedly, like a little boy telling a great secret. "Oh, don't worry, I've changed my priority, instead of Harry Potter, now it is to make everyone like me, all pink and all!" he added, seeing the blank expression on Snape's face.
"Oh, I will! Of course my lord, I will accomplish the job." Replied Snape, accepting the jar full of pink colored teabags.
"Very well, now off you go, I need to apply my scalp-care and mud mask soon."
"Albus, have some delicious tea I've made myself!"
"Of course Severus! La la la la la! What a lovely day it is!"
"Minerva, would you do me a little favor? Please transfigure the grasses outside the castle…pink, would you?"
"O-Of course I will Albus, b-b-but why do you ask?" stammered McGonnagal, looking utterly bewildered at the thought of having pink grass outside the castle.
"I do not know, but my feelings tell me to do so. So you will do it? Oh Minerva! We such BFFs! La la la la la!" cried Dumbledore, pulling the gaping McGonnagal into a friendship hug.
"What's BFF? Is it Beautiful…F-f-f-forgetful…F-f-f-f-fish?!" asked McGonnagal, clearly not understanding a word of Dumbledore's.
"Oh you're so funny Minerva!" laughed Dumbledore, banging his fist on his carpet, which was now colored pink, by Flitwick, who performed a coloring charm on Dumbledore's behalf. "Now off you go! I need to wash my hair and beard! La la la la la!"
McGonnagal walked stiffly out of Dumbledore's office door, which was a light shad of pink, with a pink canvas on it that had Albus Dumbledore in curly letters, and hearts and stars drawn around them (in pink of course).
(A/N: I hope you're with me so far in the story, I just thought of the idea in the shower. Saw my pink shampoo. Sorry about the frequency of setting-changing!)
"What the bloody hell's that all about?!" exclaimed Ron, pointing at a piece of pink parchment stuck to the Gryffindor notice board, standing on tiptoes, he read out the words (dark pink and in curly letters) to the other two.
"'New rules apply to every student in Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry:
All make-up color is restricted down to the color pink
All jewelry is restricted down to the color pink
All hair-dye and color changing will be restricted down to the color pink
All toiletry color will be restricted down to the color pink (eg pink shampoo)
All hair accessories will be restricted down to the color pink
All student bedspreads will be changed to the color pink
Yours Sincerely, Albus Dumbledore'"
"WHAT IN MERLIN'S PANTS IS THIS ALL ABOUT?" wailed Hermione.
"Come on 'Mione, you're a girl, you could do with pink stuff. As for us boys," said Ron, indicating Harry, "sleeping in PINK bedspreads is a CRIME." And Harry nodded.
Apparently lost for words, Hermione ran up to her dormitory and realized that the rules had already applied. She walked back down the spiral stairs, complaining loudly about free country and Educational Decrees. She was not the only one, the whole Gryffindor common room was muttering loudly at each other, thinking of reasons to use in a debate (like there will be any). Hermione sat down by the window, and nearly fainted with shock.
"They've made the grass PINK!" she screamed, causing an eerie and awkward silence before the common room exploded again.
"Who's ever heard of pink grass? It's insane!!"
"What 'bout the boys?"
"Ohhhhh… I'm going to take a bath." Said Hermione, heading for the prefects bathroom.
Hermione walked into the female prefects' bathroom, only to regret it after discovering terrible shock. The tiles where pink, and the water that came out of the taps was pink, and a shelf was neatly organized with pink bath bombs, candles, matches, bubble bath, soap, towels, face washers, and two new dirty clothes basket was in the corner, one labeled pink clothes, slightly prettier than the other one, which was labeled normal clothes. Hermione sighed, and accepted that she needed a bath and had no choice.
After a bath as quick (and with as less soap as possible) as possible, Hermione rushed back into the Gryffindor room, unfortunately bumping into Malfoy, who was heading towards the prefects' bathroom. "Mudblood." She heard him mutter, before murmuring the password to the fat lady, who she noticed was wearing a pink dress having some nice pink fruit in a pink room. Her frame has switched to fluoro pink too. "Even the bathroom's all pink…ish!" and Hermione explained the situation to her friends, who gasped loudly and dramatically, so that the rest of the Gryffindor population could hear Hermione.
"Oh, Hermione, we forgot to tell you, a new notice appeared on the board after you left, and it said that our books, parchment, and quills, oh, and ink, all have to be pink. All non-pink items will be confiscated, and that pays us a trip to Hogsmeade." Said Ron in a fake happy 'la la la la la' tone.
Hermione moaned loudly, and the rest of the common room followed suit. Hermione returned to her dormitory and braced herself for dinner. As her roommates filed in, Lavender piped up, "bet the house elves have received instructions to cook pink food!" before trying to transfigure her make-up and jewelry to pink, soon the whole dormitory was changed into a sickly pink peach color after an unsuccessful transformation from Pavarti.
After a few more attempts to change it back, Hermione shoved her wand in her robes and said, "never mind, I guess there'll soon be a new rule that our walls have to be pink." And walked off to dinner.
The changes have taken place fast. The tables and benches were painted pink, and the floor was carpeted with a rich rose patterned pink rug. Pink banners with the house name written on them in swirly curly letters was hanging from the ceiling. The goblets and plates that were usually gold were now a metallic magenta. Dumbledore was sitting at the centre of the staff table on a pink armchair with a back in the shape of a tiara. He was also wearing pink robes with little butterflies and hearts all over them. Hermione sighed but sat down without a word.
"This reminds me of Valentine's Day in our second year!" said Ron as he sat down next to Hermione. In the trio's second year at Hogwarts, the Defence against the Dark arts teacher was famous Gilderoy Lockhart, and he decorated the great hall pink (at least he was wearing forget-me-not blue robes) and arranged dwarves to deliver Valentines.
Harry grunted in response. He was too bothered to answer properly. Why was Hogwarts becoming pinker by the minute? Who is behind all this?