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A response to the Wedding Challenge in the AlbusandMinerva-group.
Chapter 5: Food Fight!
The reception was held in the Great Hall as well, the benches disappeared and the four tables appeared near the walls, two on each side, leaving the middle for the people to dance.
Plates and plates of food lay on the tables with bowls of sherry, Ogden's Old Firewhisky, cherry syrup and soda, red currant rum, mulled mead, gillywater, pumpkin juice and Butterbeer and the guests helped themselves with food.
"Dumbledorr, I am so happy for you, you and your wife are a prefect match." Madam Maxime said, shaking Dumbledore's hand.
"Thank you, Madam Maxime," Dumbledore said, looking up at her. "Now, if I am not wrong, I think someone is waiting for you to dance."
"Dear me! I have forgotten! Excuse moi." Madam Maxime said and walked off to find Hagrid.
"Minerva." A voice said and Minerva turned around. "Uh oh." She thought.
Professor Trelawney reached out her hand. "Congratulations."
Minerva raised her eyebrows then she recovered quickly to shake her hand. "Thank you."
"However, I must warn you." Professor Trelawney said in a low voice. "According to my inner eye, your marriage will not work out because of the age differences." She said, looking at Dumbledore, who was laughing at Mr. Fudge's jokes.
"Thank you for your warning." Minerva said in a tight voice. "But it will not happen. I can assure you."
"Anything wrong, ladies?" Dumbledore asked.
Minerva shook her head.
"Care to have a dance, my dear?" Dumbledore asked, offering Minerva his hand.
Minerva smiled and took his hand. "With pleasure." And they waltzed off to the dance floor.
"What did Professor Trelawney tell you?" Dumbledore asked gently. Minerva smiled. "I can't hide anything from you, can I? Well, she said that our marriage would not work out because of the age differences."
"Minerva, predicting the future is a very difficult business. As usual, her prediction will not come true. I promise you." Dumbledore promised and held Minerva close.
***
Sirius watched Snape carefully as Snape poured himself a goblet of butterbeer. Snape took a sip and put the goblet on the table, listening to the music. Sirius grinned, crept up behind him and dropped a plastic, life- like cockroach into his drink. He tiptoed off, covered his mouth to stop his laughter from escaping. When Snape took his goblet and just about to drink it, he stared in horror and dropped the goblet. The butterbeer spilled all over the floor and Snape heard Sirius hooting with laughter. He glared at him and grabbed a pumpkin tart. He threw it towards Sirius and Sirius watched as it flew past him.
"Ha! You miss!" Sirius said in glee and then he heard Madam Hooch screaming: "Hey! Snape, how dare you?!" He turned around just in time to see Madam Hooch's scowl and her throw at Snape with a boiled potato. "Whoa!" Snape said and ducked and it hit Madam Pomfrey.
"Still not happy with the dresses, are you?" Madam Pomfrey growled and grabbed a carrot stick. She missed Madam Hooch and the carrot stick hit the bride's back instead.
Minerva turned around, "POPPY!" Minerva shrieked.
"Sorry, I didn't mean not.." Madam Pomfrey said and went pale when Minerva glared at her darkly and marched to the table for a Yorkshire pudding.
"Food Fight!" Sirius yelled and food started to fly all over the place.
"Eek!" Hermione screeched as someone slipped a small block of ice down her back.
Nearly Headless Nick, the Bloody Baron, the Fat Friar and the Grey Lady stared at the commotion, then at each other. They had no idea why people like to throw food at each other.
Remus and Sirius sneaked up to Snape and poured their goblets of fruit punch onto Snape's head.
"Yeeow!!" Snape bellowed.
"Looks like you have no choice but to wash your hair, Seeeveeruss." Remus grinned.
"Oh yeah?!" Snape snapped, took out his wand and pointed it at his head. "Deletrius."
The stains disappeared and Snape grabbed two pumpkin cream tarts.
"Uh oh, run for cover!" Sirius yelled and ran off with Lupin with Snape chasing after them yelling, "COME BACK HERE YOU COWARDLY LIONS!"
"What a disaster." Minerva said, smiling and shaking her head at Snape chasing after Remus and Sirius.
"At least they are having fun." Dumbledore grinned, looking at Madam Hooch laughing along with Madam Pomfrey, who had stains on their dresses.
"This is the funniest thing I've ever seen!" Mr. Fudge said, laughing hysterically. "Good thing that we are wizards so it will take no trouble of cleaning this place up."
"I agree." Dumbledore and Minerva said in unison.
"How about a picture, Professors?" Lockhart asked grumpily, his pink suit was stained with ketchup and his golden hair was covered with gravy. "Please? I am trying to cheer myself up after what have happened to my suit and my hair."
"All right."
"Stand together now. Professor Dumbledore, put your arm around your wife. All right..1, 2, 3!"
CLICK
A few moments later, Lockhart looked at the photo and smiled brightly. "It can consider as my best work." He handed the photo to the couple proudly. They laughed at the photo of them smiling at the camera and in the background, Snape was still chasing Remus and Sirius, this time he had two chocolate tarts in his hands.
"You know, Professor Lockhart? I think you should be a photographer, not a writer." Dumbledore suggested.
***
Minerva opened her eyes and looked at the sunrays shining softly through the windows. She turned her head and smiled softly at her husband, who was sleeping peacefully beside her. She rested her head gently on Dumbledore's bare chest, closed her eyes and sighed happily as she listened his heartbeat. Dumbledore stirred and put his left arm around her. She looked up and smiled tenderly at her sleeping husband.
"I love you, Albus." She whispered.
The End
A response to the Wedding Challenge in the AlbusandMinerva-group.
Chapter 5: Food Fight!
The reception was held in the Great Hall as well, the benches disappeared and the four tables appeared near the walls, two on each side, leaving the middle for the people to dance.
Plates and plates of food lay on the tables with bowls of sherry, Ogden's Old Firewhisky, cherry syrup and soda, red currant rum, mulled mead, gillywater, pumpkin juice and Butterbeer and the guests helped themselves with food.
"Dumbledorr, I am so happy for you, you and your wife are a prefect match." Madam Maxime said, shaking Dumbledore's hand.
"Thank you, Madam Maxime," Dumbledore said, looking up at her. "Now, if I am not wrong, I think someone is waiting for you to dance."
"Dear me! I have forgotten! Excuse moi." Madam Maxime said and walked off to find Hagrid.
"Minerva." A voice said and Minerva turned around. "Uh oh." She thought.
Professor Trelawney reached out her hand. "Congratulations."
Minerva raised her eyebrows then she recovered quickly to shake her hand. "Thank you."
"However, I must warn you." Professor Trelawney said in a low voice. "According to my inner eye, your marriage will not work out because of the age differences." She said, looking at Dumbledore, who was laughing at Mr. Fudge's jokes.
"Thank you for your warning." Minerva said in a tight voice. "But it will not happen. I can assure you."
"Anything wrong, ladies?" Dumbledore asked.
Minerva shook her head.
"Care to have a dance, my dear?" Dumbledore asked, offering Minerva his hand.
Minerva smiled and took his hand. "With pleasure." And they waltzed off to the dance floor.
"What did Professor Trelawney tell you?" Dumbledore asked gently. Minerva smiled. "I can't hide anything from you, can I? Well, she said that our marriage would not work out because of the age differences."
"Minerva, predicting the future is a very difficult business. As usual, her prediction will not come true. I promise you." Dumbledore promised and held Minerva close.
***
Sirius watched Snape carefully as Snape poured himself a goblet of butterbeer. Snape took a sip and put the goblet on the table, listening to the music. Sirius grinned, crept up behind him and dropped a plastic, life- like cockroach into his drink. He tiptoed off, covered his mouth to stop his laughter from escaping. When Snape took his goblet and just about to drink it, he stared in horror and dropped the goblet. The butterbeer spilled all over the floor and Snape heard Sirius hooting with laughter. He glared at him and grabbed a pumpkin tart. He threw it towards Sirius and Sirius watched as it flew past him.
"Ha! You miss!" Sirius said in glee and then he heard Madam Hooch screaming: "Hey! Snape, how dare you?!" He turned around just in time to see Madam Hooch's scowl and her throw at Snape with a boiled potato. "Whoa!" Snape said and ducked and it hit Madam Pomfrey.
"Still not happy with the dresses, are you?" Madam Pomfrey growled and grabbed a carrot stick. She missed Madam Hooch and the carrot stick hit the bride's back instead.
Minerva turned around, "POPPY!" Minerva shrieked.
"Sorry, I didn't mean not.." Madam Pomfrey said and went pale when Minerva glared at her darkly and marched to the table for a Yorkshire pudding.
"Food Fight!" Sirius yelled and food started to fly all over the place.
"Eek!" Hermione screeched as someone slipped a small block of ice down her back.
Nearly Headless Nick, the Bloody Baron, the Fat Friar and the Grey Lady stared at the commotion, then at each other. They had no idea why people like to throw food at each other.
Remus and Sirius sneaked up to Snape and poured their goblets of fruit punch onto Snape's head.
"Yeeow!!" Snape bellowed.
"Looks like you have no choice but to wash your hair, Seeeveeruss." Remus grinned.
"Oh yeah?!" Snape snapped, took out his wand and pointed it at his head. "Deletrius."
The stains disappeared and Snape grabbed two pumpkin cream tarts.
"Uh oh, run for cover!" Sirius yelled and ran off with Lupin with Snape chasing after them yelling, "COME BACK HERE YOU COWARDLY LIONS!"
"What a disaster." Minerva said, smiling and shaking her head at Snape chasing after Remus and Sirius.
"At least they are having fun." Dumbledore grinned, looking at Madam Hooch laughing along with Madam Pomfrey, who had stains on their dresses.
"This is the funniest thing I've ever seen!" Mr. Fudge said, laughing hysterically. "Good thing that we are wizards so it will take no trouble of cleaning this place up."
"I agree." Dumbledore and Minerva said in unison.
"How about a picture, Professors?" Lockhart asked grumpily, his pink suit was stained with ketchup and his golden hair was covered with gravy. "Please? I am trying to cheer myself up after what have happened to my suit and my hair."
"All right."
"Stand together now. Professor Dumbledore, put your arm around your wife. All right..1, 2, 3!"
CLICK
A few moments later, Lockhart looked at the photo and smiled brightly. "It can consider as my best work." He handed the photo to the couple proudly. They laughed at the photo of them smiling at the camera and in the background, Snape was still chasing Remus and Sirius, this time he had two chocolate tarts in his hands.
"You know, Professor Lockhart? I think you should be a photographer, not a writer." Dumbledore suggested.
***
Minerva opened her eyes and looked at the sunrays shining softly through the windows. She turned her head and smiled softly at her husband, who was sleeping peacefully beside her. She rested her head gently on Dumbledore's bare chest, closed her eyes and sighed happily as she listened his heartbeat. Dumbledore stirred and put his left arm around her. She looked up and smiled tenderly at her sleeping husband.
"I love you, Albus." She whispered.
The End
