SEVERUS SNAPE ONLY LIKES DUMBLEDORE ON TUESDAYS

"Oh, hey Albus, what's up?" Snape said offhand as he walked through the halls.

"What?" Professor Dumbledore replied with a quizzical look. He stared at the surly potions master, who was grinning like a maniac from across the hallway.

"Y'know. . . how are you?" Snape tried again. "How's things? You still Headmaster? How's the working out for you?"

Dumbledore seemed flustered for a moment, but then regained his composure and checked his pocket watch. "Oh, that's right," he muttered to himself. "It's Tuesday."

"So you wanna go play some football?" Snape yelled after Dumbledore as he hurried back to his office.

"You're fired!" Dumbledore shouted.