(A/N: OK, so this is my first fanfiction that I have published. Please let me know what you think. Just so we all are clear, italics are Minerva and plain text is Albus. So... enjoy!)

You really are doing this just to kill me, aren't you?

And what exactly am I doing and how can I do it better?

Your wardrobe is what I am referring to, although there are many other things I could bring into this conversation.

And why is it exactly that my sense of fashion bothers you? Is it too drab? I did think the dark purple was a little dark and dreary for me too.

The dark purple was the only sensible color you wore that day! How could it possibly have been too drab? I loved it.

You loved it? Really? Wait, what's wrong with the rest of my clothes?

"What's wrong with the rest of his clothes?" he asks. *laughs at your ignorance*

That was pretty mean you know.

Oh, if only you were one of my students. I would show you exactly what "mean" is.

Why does that sound so incredibly dirty? Oh right, because it is. Shame shame shame!

Oh, go smoke a Phoenix.

(A/N: So click on that little button! Also, I am thinking of making this a multichapter story. Let me know if I should! Also, thank you sooo much to tartan-angel for doing something similar to this. Please forgive me for copying your idea, but I thought it was absolutely brilliant to do this. I love your Memos!)