An owl landed on Professor McGonagall's desk, a letter carefully tied
around it's ankle. Professor McGonagall untied the letter, and unrolled it.
It was written in green ink, and from Professor Dumbledore.
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Minerva, you said you wanted to see me? I'm free at 7. Meet me in my office. Always, Albus
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Professor McGonagall was very worried as to what Dumbledore would say when she told him the news: She was with child... and not just any child... his.
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At 7 pm, precisely, McGonagall knocked on the door to Albus Dumbledore's study. "Come in, my dear," he said. They'd been secretly dating for 25 years, and they were usually very careful, but, somehow, she was late, and she knew that she was pregnant, and that in approximately 7 months, she was to have a little witch or wizard, a child, that would be half of her, and half of Albus. She opened the door, and there he was, sitting at his desk. She licked her lips, not knowing what to say, or how to begin. How do you tell your secret boyfriend of 25 years that you're pregnant with his baby? How do you tell him that you want to get married so that Rita Skeeter doesn't have a field day with the gossip? "Minerva, is something wrong?" Albus asks. "I don't know if something's wrong," McGonagall begins, "or, if something is just really right... you see, Albus, I'm pregnant, and it's yours, and, in about 7 months, we're going to have a little witch or wizard of our own." Albus smiled, "I know." "What do you mean, 'I know'?" Swalked McGonagall. "I mean, I know. I mean, that Sybil's not the only one who reads tea leaves." "Sybil?!" screamed McGonagall, "How dare you say that wench's name around me!" "But Minerva dear, there's nothing between us, I promise you." To Be Continued...
Minerva, you said you wanted to see me? I'm free at 7. Meet me in my office. Always, Albus
--
Professor McGonagall was very worried as to what Dumbledore would say when she told him the news: She was with child... and not just any child... his.
--
At 7 pm, precisely, McGonagall knocked on the door to Albus Dumbledore's study. "Come in, my dear," he said. They'd been secretly dating for 25 years, and they were usually very careful, but, somehow, she was late, and she knew that she was pregnant, and that in approximately 7 months, she was to have a little witch or wizard, a child, that would be half of her, and half of Albus. She opened the door, and there he was, sitting at his desk. She licked her lips, not knowing what to say, or how to begin. How do you tell your secret boyfriend of 25 years that you're pregnant with his baby? How do you tell him that you want to get married so that Rita Skeeter doesn't have a field day with the gossip? "Minerva, is something wrong?" Albus asks. "I don't know if something's wrong," McGonagall begins, "or, if something is just really right... you see, Albus, I'm pregnant, and it's yours, and, in about 7 months, we're going to have a little witch or wizard of our own." Albus smiled, "I know." "What do you mean, 'I know'?" Swalked McGonagall. "I mean, I know. I mean, that Sybil's not the only one who reads tea leaves." "Sybil?!" screamed McGonagall, "How dare you say that wench's name around me!" "But Minerva dear, there's nothing between us, I promise you." To Be Continued...
