The pregnancy hormones were starting to make Minerva act a little. .
. crazy. . . so, Dumbledore insisted that he take her to Madam Pomfrey.
"Poppy," Dumbledore said, "Minerva's 'with child,' and well, her emotions are a little. . . erratic. . . and. . . is there something you can give her?"
"Say no more, Dumbledore, I will make up a potion right away. She'll be back to normal in no time!"
"Good, good. We have a wedding to plan. Also, Poppy, I know that this pregnancy isn't something we should hide, because we truly love each other. . ."
Madam Pomfrey cut in, "This is your child?" She began to turn a bit red. She was embarrassed. She had thought that Dumbledore had been flirting with her for all these years, and instead he'd just been incredibly nice.
"Yes, who else would it belong to? Now, back to what I was saying. . . I think it would be best if we kept this pregnancy a secret until after the wedding, and while we plan on getting married as soon as possible, Minerva is about 2 ½ months pregnant, and. . . well. . . I want her to wear whatever kind of wedding robes she wants to. . . and I don't want anyone to question her color choice. Knowing Minerva, she'll want white dress robes. I know you understand. Are you willing to help us? Can you make a potion so that she doesn't 'show' until after the wedding?"
"Oh, of course, Dumbledore, I'm happy for you and Minerva. Who is going to officiate at the ceremony?"
"The Sorting Hat, of course!"
"Oh, yes, that should be grand!" said Poppy.
"Now, I think that Minerva should stay here and rest a bit, why don't you go down and talk to the house elves about what kind of food you'd like at the ceremony."
"Good idea. I also need to have some of them make out invitations and send them out. I should also write to the wizards I want as ushers and. . ." Dumbledore blushed a little, "My best wizard."
"Poppy," Dumbledore said, "Minerva's 'with child,' and well, her emotions are a little. . . erratic. . . and. . . is there something you can give her?"
"Say no more, Dumbledore, I will make up a potion right away. She'll be back to normal in no time!"
"Good, good. We have a wedding to plan. Also, Poppy, I know that this pregnancy isn't something we should hide, because we truly love each other. . ."
Madam Pomfrey cut in, "This is your child?" She began to turn a bit red. She was embarrassed. She had thought that Dumbledore had been flirting with her for all these years, and instead he'd just been incredibly nice.
"Yes, who else would it belong to? Now, back to what I was saying. . . I think it would be best if we kept this pregnancy a secret until after the wedding, and while we plan on getting married as soon as possible, Minerva is about 2 ½ months pregnant, and. . . well. . . I want her to wear whatever kind of wedding robes she wants to. . . and I don't want anyone to question her color choice. Knowing Minerva, she'll want white dress robes. I know you understand. Are you willing to help us? Can you make a potion so that she doesn't 'show' until after the wedding?"
"Oh, of course, Dumbledore, I'm happy for you and Minerva. Who is going to officiate at the ceremony?"
"The Sorting Hat, of course!"
"Oh, yes, that should be grand!" said Poppy.
"Now, I think that Minerva should stay here and rest a bit, why don't you go down and talk to the house elves about what kind of food you'd like at the ceremony."
"Good idea. I also need to have some of them make out invitations and send them out. I should also write to the wizards I want as ushers and. . ." Dumbledore blushed a little, "My best wizard."
