Professor Dumbledore walked into the room, looking for Professor Snape. He was trying to find him to discuss his latest application for the Dark Arts position. But what he found didn't look remotely like the person he was expecting to see. Not at all. What he saw was a flurry of sequins, feathers, and glitter. The floor was covered with possibly hundreds of those little plastic pudding cups. The creature formerly known as Professor Snape seemed to be devouring pudding by the pound. From the corner came barbaric grunts and animalistic groans. This was truly the work of a desperate man. Albus slowly backed out of the room and ran as fast as he could to the hospital wing to get Madam Pomfrey. He found no one in the room. He ran like crazy trying to find anyone who could help him restrain the ailing professor: he was clearly insane. "And I thought he was doing so well" muttered Albus to himself. When Albus had gone through every room in the school looking for someone to help him, and found no one, he revisited the Professor's quarters. He was going to try alone. Albus was thinking as he walked down to the dungeons. Where was everybody? Has the world gone mad? Why was he, Albus, the only one close by to help this poor depraved man? Was this a dream? When he reached the right door, he tentatively put his hand on the doorknob and turned. Even at that point, he would never have expected to see what he saw; that scene of distruction, of chaos: the ruin. There were more pudding cups than could ever be counted. There was litter strewn about and hanging off of every available space around the room. The general feel of the room was so rotten, that it was almost impossible to tell that this had once been quite a nice place to be. A foul stench hung in the air. Albus waded through the unholy mess, and tried to find Severus Snape. Ten minutes later, he was found lying on the floor in the bathroom with a chocolate smear across his forehead, and something that looked suspiciously like blood on his hand. He opened his eyes and blearily looked up at the headmaster standing above him. He opened his mouth to speak, and barely a breath came out. What Albus heard that day, that minute, he would never forget, as long as he lived: "One pudding is not enough."