Buzz. That incessant buzzing! Minerva swatted at the empty air around her, much to the amusement of Mr. Dumbledore.
"Don't just sit there laughing, Albus! Help me get rid of the blasted thing!"
Albus remained focussed on his newspaper. "I'm sorry, dear; I just don't seem able to dissuade it."
"Fine," Minerva added threateningly, "then I shall just have to deal with this myself!" Albus watched wearily as she transfigured his newspaper into a fly-swatter and plucked it from him. He couldn't help but chuckle to himself.
"Are you aware that you are looking for a bee, not a fly?"
A/N: Gosh, it's difficult to keep to one just hundred words! I just want to keep writing and writing and writing (and rambling, so it seems).