Albus is interviewed for the thousandth time. He asked a question he has never been asked. "Why is it that a wizard like you doesn't have a woman?" And tired of being alone he has announced that he is looking for a wife. A woman of beauty and intellegence.
"So Albus, you must be getting tired of these interviews." A woman by the name Bonny Fitz, a reporter for the Daily Prophet, had come to yet again interview the Headmaster of Hogwarts.
"That is not so. I just get a bit tired of the same questions." Albus took a drink of tea. "Like how I defeated Grindwald. Why is Tom Riddle afraid of me? That kind of nonsense." As he spoke a quill wrote everything said and done in his office. Bonny smiled.
"Well then maybe it is time that you be asked different questions." She took a sip of her tea. "So Albus? Why is it that a Wizard like you don't have a wife, or girlfriend?" Albus looked up. He wasn't sure how to respond to that. Bonny crossed her legs and waited for an answer.
"I'm not sure." Albus said after a few minutes of thinking. Bonny raised an eyebrow.
"Don't you want someone that you can love and cherish? Someone to be with you?" Bonny asked.
"I never really thought about it." He sat and pondered the idea. "I guess I'm simply too old for anyone to love." Albus said, a bit not sure have himself.
"I'm sure that someone would want to marry you. I'm absolutely sure of it. You are charming and rather handsome. Why don't you start looking? It's never too late." Bonny looked at the quill. This would most defintally make the paper. She thought.
"Then I guess I should." Albus smiled.
"Then let it be written that the Great Albus Dumbledore is looking for his wife to be. Get ready ladies. The war to Albus's heart begins today."
Minerva sat at the Staff Table next to Severus. He smiled and handed her the Daily Prophet. "War To Dumbledore's Heart?" Minerva read the front page. She skimmed through it.
"It's odd isn't it. The old man is basically being put on the market." Severus smirked. Minerva sat in silence. She handed the paper back to Severus. She stared blankly at the table. "Minerva, are you alright?"
"Huh?" Minerva snapped back to reality.
"Are you alright?" Severus repeated.
"I'm fine." Minerva took a drink of her water.
"What do you think about the paper?" Severus asked as he observed her sudden behavior.
"Well I'm not quiet sure how to grasp such news."
"Are you sure you're alright?"
"Yes Severus. Stop being such a worry wart." Minerva smiled.
Albus came up and sat on the other side of Minerva. "Good morning." He placed a napkin on his lap and began eating. "Not arguing this morning? That's a good start." Severus handed the paper to Albus. He chuckled. "The War To Dumbledores Heart. I highly doubt anyone will actually take to this. How did you get this paper before post."?
"I have mine given to me early in the morning." Severus said. "You know she only asked that question because she thought it would give her a great story."
"Really Severus. I highly doubt this will be a big deal."
The post had come in and owls were delivering packages and letters. But everyone seemed to notice the letter being given to Albus Dumbledore. It became five letters, to twenty, to forty, until the pile of letters had reached the height of the table. Albus chuckled and looked over to Severus and Minerva.
"Maybe it is a big deal."
Albus waved his wand making the letters go to his office. "I'll be needing help going through all those letters." He looked over at Severus and Minerva. Minerva raised an eyebrow and Severus glared.
"No way."
"I'm not doing it."
Somehow Minerva and Severus were in Dumbledore's office unsealing letters and looking them over. It turned out to be quiet entertaining reading the letters.
"Okay! I have a good one." Minerva smiled. "Dear Albus, I can prove that I'm your true love. I love lemons and I love colorful robes! You and I can make beautiful music together."
"That doesn't seem to bad Minerva." Albus threw another letter in the no pile. Minerva smiled.
"Love, the man of your dreams, Dave Starky. XOXO" Severus laughed when Albus turned pale.
"Perhaps that should go in the no pile." Albus said.
"You think?" Minerva said sarcastically. She threw the letter in the no pile.
"I got one." Severus smiled. "I have long red hair, Smooth long legs." He paused for dramatic affect. "I would so be looking forward to seeing you when I'm released from prison."
"Nope." Albus shook his head.
"Well then here is a good one." Severus cleared his throat. "I would find it extremely pleasurable to meet the great Albus Dumbledore. I already know that you must have thousand of letters. But by the chance that you actually read this I would love to get to know you."
Minerva felt a bit uncomfortable. "That is a yes." Albus said. Minerva stood up and brushed off her robes. "Where are you going Minerva?" Minerva turned to him.
"I have markings to do." She said plainly. She opened the door.
"Are you alright Minerva?" Albus asked. Severus looked at Minerva. She did the same thing this morning.
"I'm alright. I had fun. I'll see you tomorrow." She gave a faint smile and walked out of the room. Albus returned to reading letters. Severus looked from the door to Albus. He looked back at the door thinking about Minerva's behavior and returned to the letter.
Minerva lay in her bed thinking about today. Was it a possibility that she is jealous? Her and Albus were only friends. Is it possible that she wanted to be more than his friend? She shook her head hoping that she would stop thinking long enough to fall asleep.
Severus was finally able to leave Albus's office. A whole five hours and they hadn't gone through half of the letters. Severus still couldn't understand what was bothering Minerva. Could she have been jealous? But why? Minerva only became friends with him six years before Severus. And so if she did have any feeling for Albus why wouldn't she have said so. Severus was almost tempted to go see Minerva but thought it best not to. He thought that she might be having a hard time getting to sleep as it is.
Albus looked at the stack of letter in the middle of his office. He shook his head. Maybe it wasn't wise to have the reporter ask different questions. How can he reply to so many different women? How would he be able to meet all these different women? He smiled to himself.
He changed into his nightclothes and lay on his bed and stared at the ceiling thinking of a way to meet all of them. He thought of Minerva. Why had she left so early? We were all having fun, yet she wanted to get out as fast as possible. Had Severus noticed the behavior? Albus turned over lost in his thoughts until finally he had fallen asleep.
