"What were you thinking?" Professor McGonagall bellowed the next morning.
"Well, what were the chances that YOU were going to materialise?" Melody smirked
"That is not the point young lady. When I was your age I had some ethics, a little integrity. I had some honour. I had a little morality. I was NOT sleeping with some boy I just met only 8 hours ago!"
"No, no-one would fancy you," Melody muttered under her breath.
"What was that?"
"Nothing Professor."
"When Professor Dumbledore agreed to take you on I warned him. But he thought you'd have learnt your lesson. He is a kind, generous man, is Professor Dumbledore, and you are taking advantage of him!" She ranted, glancing enviably at Melody's shiny hair and slim figure, and subconsciously comparing it to her own frizzy, grey hair and slightly dumpy figure.
"Is that it Professor?" Melody said.
"Yes. For now."
"Then, may I be excused, your highness?" She asked, making a sweeping bow. She turned and made for the door, but hesitated and turned:
"By the way, Professor, that shade of green is sooooooo last season."
She laughed and sauntered out of McGonagall's office, swinging her hair over her shoulder.
'There's no hope,' McGonagall thought to herself as she glanced at her khaki robe, thoughtfully, perhaps she SHOULD change it. Perhaps to the burgundy one. Hmm
"Well, what were the chances that YOU were going to materialise?" Melody smirked
"That is not the point young lady. When I was your age I had some ethics, a little integrity. I had some honour. I had a little morality. I was NOT sleeping with some boy I just met only 8 hours ago!"
"No, no-one would fancy you," Melody muttered under her breath.
"What was that?"
"Nothing Professor."
"When Professor Dumbledore agreed to take you on I warned him. But he thought you'd have learnt your lesson. He is a kind, generous man, is Professor Dumbledore, and you are taking advantage of him!" She ranted, glancing enviably at Melody's shiny hair and slim figure, and subconsciously comparing it to her own frizzy, grey hair and slightly dumpy figure.
"Is that it Professor?" Melody said.
"Yes. For now."
"Then, may I be excused, your highness?" She asked, making a sweeping bow. She turned and made for the door, but hesitated and turned:
"By the way, Professor, that shade of green is sooooooo last season."
She laughed and sauntered out of McGonagall's office, swinging her hair over her shoulder.
'There's no hope,' McGonagall thought to herself as she glanced at her khaki robe, thoughtfully, perhaps she SHOULD change it. Perhaps to the burgundy one. Hmm