Weak, Like Any Other Man
AN: It was going to be a 100-word drabble, but it isn't. :) Read and review-hew! (You'll just have to imagine my sing-song voice.)
Disclaimer: I stole Albus' hair. Honest. Nah, nothing's mine except the sniggering elf and the goatee.
Albus woke up... and screamed.
Where was it? Who'd taken it? What would he do?
And what had happened last night?
What would everyone say? The teachers, the students, the house-elves?
"Can Tonny help sir?"
Albus looked at the house-elf. Was he sniggering?
"Can you do something about this?"
And then another horrible thought struck Albus. What if all his strength was gone, like Samson?
"Expelliarmus!"
Albus watched, relieved, as Tonny picked himself up, looking a little hurt.
"Tonny is only trying to help."
"Oh. Yes. Sorry. Carry on."
Twenty minutes later, Albus was in the Great Hall. Severus raised an eyebrow, and Albus scowled at him from between his new turban and ginger goatee.
"Not one word."