First: a warning. This is a teaser for a fic that I have outlined. I
usually work on it when Calc is giving me fits, or when I can't beat a
boss, etc. As such, updates, at least at first, will be small, and may be
a little slow. However, there will BE updates, so don't give up on me yet!
!!- contains slash references, parody, shameless trodding upon beloved fictional characters, author avatars, numerous guest spots, and my general lack of coherence. Take this to heart, unless you don't have a heart, which must mean you're one of the Heartless! DIE! *hacks, stabs, collects the little green balls you leave behind*
Disclai-mah- Draco owns me, not the other way around.
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"Albus!" The heavy wooden door crashed back into the wall.
The headmaster looked up from his paper. "Ah, Minerva. Do come in." From the look on Professor McGonagall's face, the invitation was hardly necessary. Albus Dumbledore calmly set his morning coffee onto a precariously balanced stack of textbooks, and folded his hands.
"Albus, are you insane?!" Professor McGonagall furiously waved a sheaf of papers under the headmaster's nose, her normally calm facade abandoned entirely in favor of outraged twitching.
"Now, now, Minerva, I hardly feel that my mental state is pertinent to the current situation." He smiled absently, rummaging through his desk drawers. "Ah. Biscuit?" He flicked an errant dust bunny from the top of the platter. McGonagall shook her head, fingers curling clawlike around her papers.
"May I ask what this is about?" inquired the irate professor. She indicated the crumpled remains of her papers. "Salem Institute? New York Public School of Magic? Durmstrang? Stonehenge Academy? Beaubaxtons?"
"Minerva, that is simply a list of the transfer students who will be joining us at Hogwarts for the next term."
"Exactly!" snapped McGonagall. "There hasn't been a transfer student at Hogwarts for at least 290 years, and this year we have-" she consulted the top paper, "134! Nearly half of them are 5th year students!"
"Professor McGonagall," murmured the headmaster, "while this number of new students is rather- unusual, Hogwarts has an obligation to serve all that wish to study within its walls. With things being as they are in the wizarding world, Hogwarts must be open to all students." The professor opened her mouth to speak, but Dumbledore silenced her with a wave of his hand.
"No, Minerva. Perhaps you should be preparing for your new students? I daresay that we shall all be very busy this year, hmm?" McGonagall turned to leave.
"Minerva?"
"Yes, Albus?"
"That's a vey nice robe you're wearing. Very, er- fetching." McGonagall quickly masked the confusion that flitted across her face as she began to feel a blush creep up the back of her neck. She patted her bun absently.
"Why, thank you Albus." She left the headmaster's office, a slightly bemused smile quirking her mouth.
Headmaster Dumbledore leaned back casually in his chair until McGonagall dissapeared down the stairs. Then he carefully reached under the desk and re-lit his pipe. Inhaling deeply, he blew ephemeral smoke rings to dancing about the office.
" 'My love for the halfling's weed has clouded my mind', indeed. Hmph! Hogwash...."
!!- contains slash references, parody, shameless trodding upon beloved fictional characters, author avatars, numerous guest spots, and my general lack of coherence. Take this to heart, unless you don't have a heart, which must mean you're one of the Heartless! DIE! *hacks, stabs, collects the little green balls you leave behind*
Disclai-mah- Draco owns me, not the other way around.
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"Albus!" The heavy wooden door crashed back into the wall.
The headmaster looked up from his paper. "Ah, Minerva. Do come in." From the look on Professor McGonagall's face, the invitation was hardly necessary. Albus Dumbledore calmly set his morning coffee onto a precariously balanced stack of textbooks, and folded his hands.
"Albus, are you insane?!" Professor McGonagall furiously waved a sheaf of papers under the headmaster's nose, her normally calm facade abandoned entirely in favor of outraged twitching.
"Now, now, Minerva, I hardly feel that my mental state is pertinent to the current situation." He smiled absently, rummaging through his desk drawers. "Ah. Biscuit?" He flicked an errant dust bunny from the top of the platter. McGonagall shook her head, fingers curling clawlike around her papers.
"May I ask what this is about?" inquired the irate professor. She indicated the crumpled remains of her papers. "Salem Institute? New York Public School of Magic? Durmstrang? Stonehenge Academy? Beaubaxtons?"
"Minerva, that is simply a list of the transfer students who will be joining us at Hogwarts for the next term."
"Exactly!" snapped McGonagall. "There hasn't been a transfer student at Hogwarts for at least 290 years, and this year we have-" she consulted the top paper, "134! Nearly half of them are 5th year students!"
"Professor McGonagall," murmured the headmaster, "while this number of new students is rather- unusual, Hogwarts has an obligation to serve all that wish to study within its walls. With things being as they are in the wizarding world, Hogwarts must be open to all students." The professor opened her mouth to speak, but Dumbledore silenced her with a wave of his hand.
"No, Minerva. Perhaps you should be preparing for your new students? I daresay that we shall all be very busy this year, hmm?" McGonagall turned to leave.
"Minerva?"
"Yes, Albus?"
"That's a vey nice robe you're wearing. Very, er- fetching." McGonagall quickly masked the confusion that flitted across her face as she began to feel a blush creep up the back of her neck. She patted her bun absently.
"Why, thank you Albus." She left the headmaster's office, a slightly bemused smile quirking her mouth.
Headmaster Dumbledore leaned back casually in his chair until McGonagall dissapeared down the stairs. Then he carefully reached under the desk and re-lit his pipe. Inhaling deeply, he blew ephemeral smoke rings to dancing about the office.
" 'My love for the halfling's weed has clouded my mind', indeed. Hmph! Hogwash...."