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"It is working Albus," Prof. McGonagall said with a smile, "I am not sure if it is bringing them together, but their grades are getting higher."
Dumbledore smiled, "That is good news, and I agree with you about the uncertainty of them getting along, I saw Miss Evans pour her glass of juice down Mr Potter's shirt this morning."
"Oh yes," piped tiny Prof. Flitwick, "Miss Branch told me Mr Potter turned a slice of watermelon that Miss Evans was about to eat, into a piece of raw red meat."
"Oh goodness," said Prof. Jawerich, looking shocked, "I do hope that Miss Evans did not take a bite of it."
"No," admitted Prof. Flitwick, "Miss Branch told me Miss Bellstin quickly stopped Miss Evans eating it when she saw it."
Dumbledore laughed heartily.
"I suppose it is bringing them together, but Mr Potter has taking quite a liking to playing pranks on Miss Evans," said Dumbledore, who was smiling.
"Mr Potter's grades for Potions aren't coming all that well," Professor Idilot's cold voice came from somewhere in the staffroom.
The smiles on the teacher's faces dropped when they heard Idolit's voice.
"Nonsense," said Dumbledore, "I am quite sure they are alright."
"Then you must have a look on his record, Albus," said Idolit coldly.
"I will Dural," answered Dumbledore politely, "Perhaps tomorrow."
Idolit remained to look sour.
There was silence. Idolit had spoiled the cheerful chat the teachers had been having.
"Well," said Prof. McGonagall, breaking the silence, "I think a ball should be held. That will get Miss Evans and Mr Potter working."
Dumbledore nodded, his eyes twinkling.
"A quite good idea," he said, "A ball will lighten up the students. It should be held before the exams, a special treat for them, to have a bit of fun beforehand."
All the other teachers murmured agreement, except for Idolit.
"A ball will confuse them, Albus, " Idolit spoke politely but in a cold manner, "All that dancing and nonsense will make them all confused, and their exams will be spoilt."
"I do not agree, Dural," spoke Dumbledore, just as politely, "The students should have some fun before the exams."
Before Idolit could disagree with that, an owl flew in, dropping a letter into Dumbledore's lap.
He picked it up and opened it carefully, then read the letter.
After a few seconds, he looked up. His eyes were not twinkling, he looked grave.
"Albus, what is it?" asked Prof. McGonagall, worried.
Dumbledore passed the letter to McGonagall, then went over to the desk and began writing a letter.
McGonagall looked just as grave when she finished reading the letter, she passed it to Prof. Jawerich.
Soon, every teacher had read the letter, and all looked sad, except for Idolit, he didn't look happy, but he didn't look sad. He looked sour as usual.
Dumbledore took the letter that he wrote and went to the Owlery.
"Deliver this to Miss Evans tomorrow morning at breakfast," Dumbledore said gravely, stroking the owl.
The owl nipped his hand to say "Ok," and then went to sleep.
Dumbledore, then left and went back to the staffroom.
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Author's Note: What's the letter about? Why are the teachers upset? Do you know? You probably do. Lol. Keep reading to find out! Whoohoo! Lol. Cya later alligator. -KrAzY gUrL!~
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"It is working Albus," Prof. McGonagall said with a smile, "I am not sure if it is bringing them together, but their grades are getting higher."
Dumbledore smiled, "That is good news, and I agree with you about the uncertainty of them getting along, I saw Miss Evans pour her glass of juice down Mr Potter's shirt this morning."
"Oh yes," piped tiny Prof. Flitwick, "Miss Branch told me Mr Potter turned a slice of watermelon that Miss Evans was about to eat, into a piece of raw red meat."
"Oh goodness," said Prof. Jawerich, looking shocked, "I do hope that Miss Evans did not take a bite of it."
"No," admitted Prof. Flitwick, "Miss Branch told me Miss Bellstin quickly stopped Miss Evans eating it when she saw it."
Dumbledore laughed heartily.
"I suppose it is bringing them together, but Mr Potter has taking quite a liking to playing pranks on Miss Evans," said Dumbledore, who was smiling.
"Mr Potter's grades for Potions aren't coming all that well," Professor Idilot's cold voice came from somewhere in the staffroom.
The smiles on the teacher's faces dropped when they heard Idolit's voice.
"Nonsense," said Dumbledore, "I am quite sure they are alright."
"Then you must have a look on his record, Albus," said Idolit coldly.
"I will Dural," answered Dumbledore politely, "Perhaps tomorrow."
Idolit remained to look sour.
There was silence. Idolit had spoiled the cheerful chat the teachers had been having.
"Well," said Prof. McGonagall, breaking the silence, "I think a ball should be held. That will get Miss Evans and Mr Potter working."
Dumbledore nodded, his eyes twinkling.
"A quite good idea," he said, "A ball will lighten up the students. It should be held before the exams, a special treat for them, to have a bit of fun beforehand."
All the other teachers murmured agreement, except for Idolit.
"A ball will confuse them, Albus, " Idolit spoke politely but in a cold manner, "All that dancing and nonsense will make them all confused, and their exams will be spoilt."
"I do not agree, Dural," spoke Dumbledore, just as politely, "The students should have some fun before the exams."
Before Idolit could disagree with that, an owl flew in, dropping a letter into Dumbledore's lap.
He picked it up and opened it carefully, then read the letter.
After a few seconds, he looked up. His eyes were not twinkling, he looked grave.
"Albus, what is it?" asked Prof. McGonagall, worried.
Dumbledore passed the letter to McGonagall, then went over to the desk and began writing a letter.
McGonagall looked just as grave when she finished reading the letter, she passed it to Prof. Jawerich.
Soon, every teacher had read the letter, and all looked sad, except for Idolit, he didn't look happy, but he didn't look sad. He looked sour as usual.
Dumbledore took the letter that he wrote and went to the Owlery.
"Deliver this to Miss Evans tomorrow morning at breakfast," Dumbledore said gravely, stroking the owl.
The owl nipped his hand to say "Ok," and then went to sleep.
Dumbledore, then left and went back to the staffroom.
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Author's Note: What's the letter about? Why are the teachers upset? Do you know? You probably do. Lol. Keep reading to find out! Whoohoo! Lol. Cya later alligator. -KrAzY gUrL!~