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March – Lemon Drops

The bell rang to declare the end of Transfiguration, leading everyone to pack their bags in a slight panic. "Remember, I want a one foot essay on what you've learnt today in by the end of the week!" Dumbledore reminded as the class hurried out and ran to lunch. He swiftly moved and sat at his desk, noticing that Minerva was lagging behind.

She approached his desk shyly.

"Is there anything I can help you with, Ms McGonagall?" Dumbledore asked softly. Minerva blushed.

"I got these for you but I'm not sure if you'll like them." Minerva muttered as she held up a small, paper bag.

Dumbledore raised an eyebrow. "For me?" He asked.

"Yes, a late Christmas present. It's not exactly fair that you gave me one and I didn't give you one. I wasn't too sure what to get you so my mother suggested these and sent some to me. I don't know if you'll like them but still…"

Dumbledore smiled gently. "There's no need in getting me any gift, Ms McGonagall."

"It's been eating me up since Christmas so just take it." Minerva insisted as she dumped the small bag onto the table.

"What are they?" Dumbledore questioned as he peered into the small paper bag."

"They're Muggle sweets. I think they're called Lemon drops." Minerva replied.

Dumbledore gingerly pulled out a sugar coated sweet, colored yellow and shaped like a miniature lemon. His eyebrows rose slightly more as he examined it. "How interesting." He muttered to himself. He popped one into his mouth and rolled it about on his tongue, savouring the sour taste. His eyes widened and he delightfully chewed on it.

"Oh my," He gasped slightly. "This is the most delicious thing I have ever tasted. It's sour yet sweet, small but entirely addictive."

"Do you like them, then sir?" Minerva questioned hopefully.

"Like them, I love them!" He replied gleefully. "Where on earth did your mother find these?" He popped another lemon drop into his mouth and almost moaned at the sensation of the small sweet.

"I'm not sure; we live a bit far from the nearest Muggle shop." Minerva replied. "I'm glad you like them, sir."

Pocketing the bag of sweets, Dumbledore rose from his desk. "Come on, we'd better get to lunch before they start without us." And he steered her all the way to the Great Hall, stopping now and then to pop another lemon drop.


"Ms McGonagall, may I have a word?" Dumbledore required.

Minerva paused, and turned to him. "Yes professor?"

"Do you happen to have any more of those lemon drops on you, by any chance?" He asked hopefully. Minerva frowned at him.

"Professor, you haven't eaten all those lemon drops already have you? I gave them to you yesterday afternoon and it's not even breakfast yet!" Minerva gasped. Dumbledore dropped his gaze sheepishly and shuffled on his feet.

"I know, but they're so addictive!" Dumbledore excused. "Anyway, what's the worst that can happen?"

"An abnormal of sugar intake in such a short period of time can lead to a high risk of diabetes, increase your weight and size and rot your teeth, professor!" Minerva sighed and shook her head. "Really, you ought to know the dangers of sugar. That's why I hardly ever eat it!"

"Please, Ms McGonagall, I really need some more lemon drops. Can you just tell me where your mother got them from?"

"I'm not sure of even that, Professor." Minerva sighed. "I'll owl her tonight and ask her. Until then, eat lemon slices with some sweeteners. It's much healthier!"

"Yes but it doesn't taste as nice!" Dumbledore whined.

"Really professor, you're acting like a child. Grow up now or there won't be any lemon drops for you at all!" Minerva snapped at him. Dumbledore pouted and glared at the floor.

"Yes Mother." He muttered under his breath.