Run Tomy run
Not any girl
'Albus! Come to yoursences, dear!' barked Armando
Dippet.
The man in front of him was much taller and a few years
younger, but still he was not a young man. He might have been around
60...and the other man, the fat little wan seemd in his late
seventies, so the word boy made no sence.
'Armando, you are wrong.
I thought you trust me'
The older man sighed deeply.
'Well i
do, you're my right hand, my trusted friend, you knpw that. But I
have to tell you, not as your boss, but as your friend...you are
going the wrong way with this. '
'Armando, please.'
'let me
seak, my boy, you don't know what you're doing. And you really should
know. So hear me albus: you haven't doneanything wrong yet, but you
are a step , only a step from it. Any mistake and...'
'I do not do
any mistakes, Armando' said Dumbledore.
'I doubt that, but even if
this was as you say, it remains for the girl...'
'Armando, are you
over talking about her?'
The headmaster looked up at the younger
man.
'Albus albus, you are getting to close, too envolved. I do
not doubt her intelectual and magical abilities, not for a second but
you needto remember, Albus: she is first of all a student.'
The
brown eyes were fixing the wattery blue ones.
Poor Albus. Poor
poor albus, Dippet thought. He didn't deserve this. He was a good
boy...He was falling. It was HER that drived him mad, she dragged hi
down. She was going to kill him eventually, she had made a criminal
out of him, and she didn't even know...
In the younger man's mind
a war was being faught, between what was proper and what was right.
In the end he only whispered to the headmaster
'Minerva is
much, much more than atudent, Armando' and than he closed the door
behind him.
Armando watched him go and wanted to make him come
back, but he knew he could n he was lost. Poor Albus. You don't
deserve this.
Inocent little virgin
Minerva McGonagall
was the best in transfiguration, there was no questioning that.
It
was transfiguration, and her hand was up in the air.
The professor
held his lessons talking to her, adressing her personally rather than
the class.
'Yes, Miss McGonagall?' he would ask as always.and she
would answer, another bright answer. And he would smile for her,m lnd
for only, everybody knew that, or sometimes he would frown and they
would engage in some andless passionate discussion, ad solve some
problem...because...because...because they were the best. Because she
was the cleverest person he ever got to speak, because he could teach
her to unaderstand...because he was suchanamazing
teacher.
'Minerva.' the boy was a sliverin, his robes were the
last thing to show it.
'Tom?' she was a griffindor, but she turned
to him.
'I've been looking for you, Minerva' the boy anonced.
'
Have you?'
She was not beautiful, at least in clasic terms she was
not. She was...like nothing else, and in lack of a better word people
called it beauty.
'I have something i want to shaw you,
minerva.'
'What is it tom?' she asked him.
'surprise'he said
with a grin and she followed him behind a green curtain. Where? She
had no hint...
Minerva was usually a curious person. She would never pass notes without knowing what they read. But today it was ifferent. Between interrupting prof Dumbledore, and passing ronalda's note to poppy, she was forced to chose the last. But the note happened to be exactly about her this time…
Pops
Dumbledore's in love with Minnie
Ro
And…
Ro
You're nuts. That's scary. The other way is oddy, but this is sick.
Pops
'Albus?!' said Slughorn entering the staff room, with a huge box of crystallized pineapple. 'What are you doing?' he asked in amusement.
Dumbledore rubbed his forehead with the back of his hand. He was concentrating on a little peace of paper, he had a pencil in his mouth, he looked quite ridiculous
'I'm thinking…I'm trying to solve this…She is unbelievable…'
Slughorn laughed and sat down opposite him and proceeded opening the box.
'Little miss. McGonagall again? I must tell she's got a sexy but…Ah, if only I was younger!'
'Horase! How dare you speak about a student that way?'\
Slugjorn opened the box and stuffed apiece in his mouth.
'At least I speak, but you meet her! Admit it Albus ! I've got proof!
Dumbledore didn't answer. He just stared at his hands. He was indeed meeting her, but he wasn't thinking of her but, so was he a pervert or not?