Dumbledore's walk was a lie.
Anyone watching him would think he was taking a walk, perhaps on his way to what might be a mildly interesting appoint. He was walking ever so causally down the seventh floor corridor with his fingers interlaced behind his back.
But Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore was not going to a appointment. No sirrie, he was not going any where of the sort. Nor was he bored. His mind was reeling going over and over the facts and his problem. But he couldn't find a solution- to some it might even seem like a easy problem to solve- but for the famous Dumbledore? He was stumped.
Dumbledore took a right. He didn't notice where he was going. Years latter he would regret this. But his thoughts were not on the possible future regret. The same words were repeating over in his head.
I need a bathroom.
At the very moment, if he had stood in front of the Mirror of Erised, he would not see himself holding a pair of socks, but instead he would see himself walking into a bathroom cubical.
He normally didn't have this much trouble finding a toilet, he was normally very good at this sort of quest, but it was dark, and he was quite turned around. He had been wondering around for almost a half an hour now. But he hadn't passed a bathroom. He felt like he was going to explode. His thought momentarily drifted to what would happen if didn't get to a toilet. He needed to find a one- now.
Dumbledore walked more. He was begging to think this was a superfluous attempt. He began to pace.
He needed a bathroom! Was that so much to ask? A bathroom, one stinkin' bathroom! He turned to find a door with the word 'Bathroom' in a elegant script- a sort of calligraphy. The door was big- with what looked like a golden handle.
His hand was on the handle. What if this was a trick? What if- he was being stupid. He pushed open the door.
The bathroom was quite nice. It was 'pretty' there was no other word for it. The sinks were where gorgeous, made of what looked like gold. There were seven stalls, each seemed to be made of a different material. He moved to the closet one to him, surprised to see his name on the stall door. Surprised he pushed the door open the door and noticed that the toilet was made of gold. Smiled he went to he walked in.
That was interesting he thought walking out of the bathroom a bit latter. He was going to have a story to tell everyone latter.
Hope you enjoyed it, please Reveiw.