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Rule 47
"Dumbledore," Ginny whispered. She had snuck into his office, tiptoed past Fawkes, crawled to his bedroom door, and opened it quietly. She silently walked over to his sleeping figure, as it was only 3:00 AM. What the heck did she want at this time of morning? "Dumbledore!" she whispered again. The sleeping figure in question didn't stir. If anything, he snored louder. Ginny huffed, annoyed that this old man wouldn't wake up. She'd have to take drastic measures.
Ginny pulled out her wand and pointed it at Dumbledore's saggy, wrinkly, old, white bearded face. She flicked her wrist, opened her mouth and…
--Poked his cheek. Dumbledore, in response to the poke, slapped his cheek. It was supposed to swat away whatever meddlesome creature touched his face but it didn't really work that way.
Dumbledore's eyes snapped open and he jerked his body up, but he clutched his covers around him. Ginny squealed in delight. "Finally!" she cried, clapping her hands. "You're awake."
The old man rubbed his eyes of sleep and yawned, still clutching the blanket. "May I help you, Miss Weasley? I was having a fairly pleasant dream about Sev--" He paused. "Oh, nevermind. But yes, what can I do for you?"
Ginny didn't respond, she just continued clapping. "Happy dance! Happy dance!" She seemed to be having seizures on her feet. Yeah, that's attractive.
"Chica estúpida," Dumbledore muttered under his breath. He was starting to get antsy. She had woken him up from his wonderful dream, so she better have a good reason. "Miss Weasley, you're here for a reason! What do you want?"
Ginny stopped happy-dancing and ceased clapping. She smiled at him. "I need to ask you something," she replied with a smile on her face.
"Okay, go on," he said, anxious for this girl to get out of his room. How the hell did she get in here anyway? He really needed to put better locks on his doors.
"Well Parvati told me that Ron told her that Lavender told him during a snogging session that Dean said that Harry said that Padma said that Colin said that Goyle told Crabbe with a full mouth (and honestly, those boys need to learn how to chew their food. Have you seen them eat in the Great hall? Anyway, continuing) during their midnight snacking sessions that Malfoy was gallivanting in the common room saying that you had a really cool trick and I came here to ask you to show me," Ginny said all in one breath. Teenagers these days.
Dumbledore couldn't believe it. "You woke me up… for a magic trick?"
Ginny nodded, grinning.
"Which one?"
"The pointy hat trick!"
Oh, that old thing. "All right," he said. Ginny happy-danced in circles again. He added to himself, "If that'll get her out of my room…"
Dumbledore released the blanket he was clutching and stood up. Ginny looked at Dumbledore and her eyes bulged out of their sockets. "Oh my God, my eyes!" she cried, running out of the room, covering her eyes. Not a smart move, considering that she ran into the door and fell onto the ground. She was crying, rubbing her eyes of the awful sight. It was worse than watching Fluffy at feeding time. It was worse than Fang at feeding time. Hell, it was worse than Ron at feeding time!!
Ginny finally managed to get the door opened, and she ran out crying. All the while, she made plans to cut her eyeballs out to rid herself of that image.
Dumbledore didn't understand why that strange girl ran out of his room, but he thanked Merlin that she did. Children were such pests sometimes. Maybe now he could continue his dream about Seve—
Dumbledore returned to bed and finally realized why she ran out. He chuckled and felt slightly embarrassed.
He was only wearing his bright pink boxers.
Rule number 47; I will not ask Dumbledore to show me the pointy hat trick.
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