FIC TITLE: Madame Pince and the Howdy Hall Tale
TITLE PROMPT: Madame
Pince and the Howdy Hall Tale
RATING:
PG-13
AUTHOR'S NOTES/ARTIST'S NOTES: This particular ficlet was written for the FictionAlley January challenge…I hope you enjoy it!
Madame Pince was having a very bad day. First, she had awoken to some horrible howling in the sixth floor corridor, where Peeves was holding a frightened First Year hostage. After setting the poor boy free from where he was trapped beneath a strangely animated statue and giving Peeves what she called, "a good talking to" and what he called, "noise", she headed down to the kitchens for an early breakfast. Once there, she received the shock of her life.
In front of the painting that hung over the kitchen entrance stood Professor Dumbledore. But it couldn't have been the real Professor Dumbledore…it must have been a fraud. For you see, this Professor Dumbledore was nude. Terribly, horribly, nude, as the day he was born.
Madame Pince's hand went to her mouth in shock. She felt she must have been having a nightmare.
"Professor," she gasped quietly, her eyes wide in disbelief. He turned to her and smiled.
"My dear Madame Pince," he said in his usual fashion. "How very pleasant to see you. Lemon drop?"
Madame Pince was in shock. She stared at Dumbledore, the man she had known for years, and promptly fainted onto the cold stone floor. Dumbledore chuckled merrily.
"I'll take that as a no," he said amusedly.
Madame Pince woke with a start. Gasping for air, she somehow managed to hiss the words, "Thank Merlin…it was only a dream."
A voice sounded from somewhere near her left. "Hmm," a sleepy voice said, "come back to bed Pincers." She turned sharply at the sound of the voice, screaming bloody murder. There next to her in bed was none other than Professor Dumbledore, terribly, horribly nude…in fact, he was as nude as the day he was born.
"Lemon drop?"
A/N: Yeah…it was very late at night when I wrote this…so it's a bit…off. But, tell me what you think in a REVIEW!
xoxo
Cadence Black