It's For Charity!
I don't anything, if I did, MMAD would be CANON!
A/N This is set shortly after Voldemort lost power for the first time.
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"So, professors, if we charged five sickles for the arithmancy matchmaker, and three for the secret crush service, we could raise quite a lot of money for the foundation. We were thinking it would be best if we distributed the results in time for Valentine's Day." Gwendolyn Oliphantfinished.
Finally both professors answered the girl simultaneously.
"Absolutely not!"
"Certainly!"
Minerva McGonagall's head whipped around to face her boss. His deputy looked like he had agreed to revive the annual Hufflepuff streak. "You can't be serious?"
Dumbledore raised his eyebrows. "I assure you I possess that capability, despite my infrequent use of it."
"That's not what I meant." Was her even reply. "Think of what sort of madness this could lead to. I have enough happy couples displaying their affection in inappropriate manners in the corridor as it is."
"The world can always use a little bit more love, Minerva" Dumbledore firmly interrupted, looking steadily at McGonagall. Minerva's eyes widen slightly. They remained like that for what seemed like an eternity to Gwendolyn, who felt like she had walked into something private, even though the meeting had been about her proposal.
"So, can we do it, sir?" Was the anxious sixth year's attempt at directing the conversation back to the realm of fundraising. It worked insomuch that the two professors ended their staring contest. "It's the least we can do to for the brave victims of torture," Gwendolyn continued.
"I think it will be a fun way of helping the patients in St. Mungo's" Dumbledore said, however, if my deputy has serious concerns..."
"No, no, I suppose it is really a thoughtful idea Miss Oliphant" McGonagall conceded.
"Then it's appears that you request has been granted, Miss Oliphant" added Dumbledore.
"Well, if there is no further need for my presence…" McGonagall moved toward the door. "Goodnight Miss Oliphant, Professor Dumbledore" She nodded to both and exited the room.
As she traveled down the corridor, she had to blink once or twice, but her face was the picture of composure by the time she reached her chambers.
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Minerva McGonagall had succeeded in forgetting the whole thing a fortnight latter when she passed by pink heart shaped posters on the stone walls on the way to her first class of the day. She stopped and read one.
FIND TRUE LOVE FOR VALENTINE'S DAY!
Underneath the heading was written.
TRY THE ARITHMANCY CALCULATOR AND THE SECRET ADMIRER SERVICE!!
JUST FIVE SICKLES FOR EACH!!
And below that was
All proceeds go to help patients in St. Mungo's due to the resent conflict. The image of a chubby baby with wings and a bow and arrow winked at passersby.
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As the transfiguration professor traveled through the halls during the following days, she overheard a large amount of discussion over the upcoming event, and more importantly, the results. In a mostly deserted corridor:
"I am afraid to use the secret admirer service."
"They only find out if they like you too."
"I know but…what if one of the Service Club members peak! A lot of them are friends with Greg!"
In the library:
"I hope I get paired with Marsha on both."
"Greg, I bet the arithmancy calculator tells you that you are most romantically compatible with Moaning Myrtle."
"That's not funny."
"I guess I'll be breaking up Greg and Marsha's 'study' sessions on a regular basis soon." Thought McGonagall.
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