A/N - Time is not a concept I am familiar with, I also do not know or control what I write
This time : Possible murder of Albus way-too-many-middle-names Dumbledore
Plot : Minerva is still not getting her beauty sleep.
The clock on the mantle showed half past two in the morning, but still she did not sleep.
Minerva McGonagall was seriously considering hexing Albus in the hope of getting him to shut up so he could leave and she could sleep.
She was getting too old for this kind of thing.
Taking a deep breath, Minerva tried to focus on what the old fool was complaining about this time. As hard as it tried it still came down to the same thing. Voldemort was winning, again, because a certain someone thought it would be wise to leave an actual chicken to guard the statue of 'The Golden One' as it was called nowadays. Seeing a Chicken Burger instead of the chicken didn't come off as much of a surprise to her. Albus, on the other hand, hadn't taken it so well. Giving a speech that would have made Molly Weasley proud, he stormed out at full speed, intent on getting revenge. Or so it seemed. Unfortunately for her, his idea of revenge was whining about it for hours on end to the first person he was able to find at an ungodly hour of the morning. Her being that person (ninety percent of the time) was just an unwelcome bonus.
She decides that enough is enough and casts a Silencio on him. "Now listen here, Albus, I've been listening to you whine about this for hours already and I've had enough! I understand that you're upset, but this is just plain ridiculous! You need to start acting your age, Albus! No, don't try to interupt me, this is important. Yes, it is a shame that that chicken's life was… wasted, but that is no reason to act this way! Yes, yes, they've taken your precious statue as well but you can make another one just as easily—don't think I don't know just what you were doing with Nicolas Flamel—there's no need to act like a spoilt eleven-year-old who was told he isn't allowed to bring a broom to school!" She takes a deep breath and tries to let go of the annoyance still clinging to her, cancelling the silencing charm in the hopes Albus will finally act his age.
She really should have known better by now.
It takes Albus barely longer than a second before he starts complaining again, seemingly encouraged by her statement. "Oh but dead, dear Minerva, there is much more to this problem other than my poor poor chicken bravely giving up her life while trying to defend The Golden One." Minerva barely contained the eyeroll, concerned she is turning into Severus. "We both know I am not above sacrificing a few minions here and there for the greater good of the food chain." A look of panic appeared on his face as he realised he actually said such a thing out loud. "I mean, her loss will be remembered. Yeah, that's totally what I meant! Lovely weather we're having by the way, perfect for revenge! And I have just the plan to do it!"
"Ignoring that statement, what exactly is your plan this time?" She didn't even try to fight him on that one, she knows a lost cause when she sees one.
"Glad you could see it my way, Minerva, my dear. I was thinking that we could send our deer Harry to spy on Tommy-boi - while probably mentally scarring him - and find out exactly what he is up to and then have some minions ruin that plan and bring back The Golden One with them!"
Minerva chose not to say anything before she cools down as not to turn him into a chicken nugget. "Great, another half-arsed plan that I will have to help organise and clean up after the eventual screw up. Merlin forbid you actually train your pupils instead of prancing them around like sacrificial lambs! Sigh. I guess there's nothing I can do about it. I better just go to sleep now less this plan of yours gets even worse."
"Oh we're not quite done yet, Minerva, my dear. We still have the afterparty to plan! I was thinking of bringing some pink flamingos…" Minerva took a deep breath and tried to resist the urge to bang her head against the wall, again. "...or better yet, make the Minister deliver the invitation directly to the Bane by himself. Yes, that sounds like a great plan, don't you think so Minerva? …
Minerva? Minnie, are you even listening!?" But alas, it was too late for poor Minerva to hear his madness, for she had finally managed to fall asleep. "Falling asleep in the middle of a conversation! And she calls me immature!