For those of you who remember me…..I have not dropped off the face of the earth! I don't think…..

I felt like writing, and this is what came out. I may continue it….or I may not. evil grin

Disclaimer: I own nothing…..seriously……I'm not even sure that I legally own my mind……

"What in Merlin's name has happened to all of my envelopes?" thought Albus. "I know I had them here somewhere….blast the muggle postal system……hmmm, that's not a bad idea…."

"Albus……" chided Minerva. Dropping the stack of papers he had in his hand Albus jerked upward.

"What did I do now? He inquired.

"The question is not what you did now, but what you are thinking about doing." Replied Minerva.

"How do you know I am thinking about doing something?" He questioned.

Standing up and stretching Minerva favored him with a rare smile. "I just know." Putting the book she was reading down, she walked over to the desk and began sorting papers. "Ever since we have been living in the muggle world as actual muggles you have shown me that it is possible to become even less organized than you already were." Putting aside a stack of alphabetized papers she glanced up at him. "What have you lost now?"

"I'm not unorganized." He muttered. "I know exactly where I mean to put everything, it's not my fault it doesn't get there." Picking up the neat stack Minerva just made and rifling through it he continued. "Besides, what makes you think I have lost something?" Again, Minerva grinned. "I just know."

Sighing, Albus raised his eyes to the ceiling. "I wouldn't be looking for anything if we were back home in the wizarding world." He said petulantly.

"Not enjoying your beloved muggle world as much as you thought you would?" Minerva laughed, continuing her organization. Albus scrutinized her closely.

"You are awfully….. happy Minerva." He commented.

"Oh? Am I not allowed to be?" She asked innocently.

"Not usually." He thought. However, knowing the reaction he may possibly get from that statement he refrained from commenting. Instead, he opened a drawer and emptied it's contents onto the desk, much to Minerva's annoyance.

"You haven't answered my question Albus." She continued.

"Which one? You've asked quite a few you know." He countered.

"Lets start with the 'not enjoying this world so much' one." Giving up on the contents of the first drawer Albus pulled open a second one and proceeded to empty it's contents on top of the previous pile.

"Who said anything about me not enjoying this world?" He asked, poking thorough the now larger pile.

Smirking, Minerva answered; "I did. Or is your memory slipping so quickly that you can't even remember part of a conversation that is still continuing?"

"Very funny."

"I thought so." Pulling a small bundle from the bottom of the pile, Minerva watched with amusement as an avalanche of junk cascaded down from the desk onto the floor. "You're going to have quite a mess to clean up." Placing the bundle on top of the semi stable pile she stood up. "I'm going to bed, we have to get up early tomorrow you know." Rolling her eyes at the noncommittal grunt she received Minerva walked towards her bedroom door. "Let me know if you find the thing that you haven't lost."

"I'm telling you I don't lose things" he muttered.

"Good night Albus."

"G'night" Glancing at the top of the pile Albus stared at the bundle now sitting there. "hmm…..whatever did I put in here?" he mused "ah! My lemon drops!. Very good, just the thing to have when searching for an item that I haven't lost." Continuing on his quest for another hour or so, and not making any progress whatsoever, except on eating up the lemon drops Albus finally sat down again at the desk. "Stupid postal system. I'm out of lemon drops and still no sign of those envelopes. Ah well, I'm sure Minerva will be able to find them in the morning…..but that means admitting that she was right….blast that woman!...on second thought….maybe not...I don't really feel like being plastered to the wall." Sighing Albus stood up and glared at what he could see of the desk that was almost completely covered in junk. "Where are my envelopes you thrice cursed piece of wood!"

What has become of his envelopes? Why is Minerva so happy? Are these questions connected?

Will I stop asking so many questions?

Till the possible next time

TabbyKit