One: Questions
"Minerva, would you do me a favour?" Albus asked, as they partook in their weekly ritual of tea and chess.
"Depends on what it is," she replied in her slight Scottish lilt.
"I have a feeling about some nasty business going on at the Wizarding Artist's Convention this year, I was wondering if you would get yourself in for me."
"I have previous engagements." Minerva tapped her knight impatiently, and said "Check."
"For the Order?" He asked, evading capture for a few moments.
"Albus, I draw, I love to draw. I'm working on illustrating an anatomy book with a man from Switzerland. I am really busy, too much so to hire a model, and do a full scale drawing before next Thursday! Checkmate!"
Albus calmly knocked his king down in defeat. "What if it were someone, closer to home?"
"Albus, you know as well as I do that this year the organization is celebrating realism and the art of the human form. I highly doubt any of my colleges would be willing to pose in the nude while I draw them, just to follow a hunch of yours!"
"Well, I was hoping…Severus might be willing to assist you…"
"SEVERUS? Albus, what? HE definitely wouldn't! Besides, I'm sure he's busy."
"Well, we'll see. Oh hullo Severus!"
"You said you wished to see me sir?" There he was, standing in the doorway. Minerva sighed, "Gryffindor don't fail me now."