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Chapter 5

Suspicious Parties

"GO FISH!" shouted Minerva as yet again she won the nineteenth round of cards.

"Oh I give up!" moaned Albus in defeat and threw his cards down onto the bed.

"Only because you are losing Mr. Dumbledore," Minerva retorted smugly and started to gather the cards up to put them back into their packet. Albus chose to ignore her last comment and reach over to the bedside table to grab a stick of rock.

"Albus, why are you eating sweets now? It's nearly lunchtime!" she scolded him.

"It will not effect my appetite, unfortunately," sighed Albus as he stretched over the bed. Minerva's eyebrows arched.

"Oh? And why not?" she inquired giving Albus the scrutinizing look that she saved for students who had clearly tried to lie to get their way out of doing their homework. Albus copied her by placing his half moon glasses on the end of his nose and looking at her with the know-it-all expression he used to wind her up.

"I do not wish to have a little run in with our neighbours," replied Albus. " They might think we've changed our minds," Minerva snorted.

"Well if you would have told them our intentions in the first place, we wouldn't be in this mess, would we?"

Albus pushed his glasses back up to the bridge of his nose and cringed.

"I just couldn't bring myself to say 'no',"

"A man who has fought many a war, can't say 'no' to a couple of old swingers. How very Slytherin of you," Minerva replied crisply.

"Slytherin? I certainly hope not, poor Gryffindor would roll in his grave!" exclaimed Albus.

"Well, come on then. Lunch will be nearly over by the time we get down there."

"That was the idea, my dear."

"Oh stop being a coward!" scolded Minerva as she slipped on her flat shoes.

Albus grumbled and reached for his hand-knitted jumper that Molly Weasley had knitted him last Christmas. Once they were both ready, Albus offered his arm to Minerva and they both walked carefully down the hallway.

"Minerva, I heard a squeak!" whispered Albus as he frantically looked around. Minerva half-heartedly glared at him and he stopped. Both made their way down the creaky staircase and Albus could have sworn that Terry and June were following them because he heard an extra creak as they turned the corner into the dinning room. Albus breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that Terry and June were nowhere to be found.

"How about that little table in the corner, my love?" he suggested to Minerva and she nodded in accent.

"Well I think we're in luck, Albus. Terry and June are nowhere to be seen, see? You're just making a big fuss out of nothing," said Minerva soothingly.

Albus just nodded knowing fully well that they could walk in any minute and join them.

A waiter walked over to them and asked them what they would like for lunch. Albus scanned the menu for the first thing that was quick and easy.

"May I have a glass of water and a cheese sandwich please," he said to the waiter. "What are you having my dear?"

"Hmm, I think I shall try the Jam toasties please," replied Minerva "And I'll have an orange juice to go with that."

"Thank you sir, madam." said the waiter and bowed respectfully to Minerva. Minerva gave an encouraging smile and the waiter walked off. Albus glanced around the room and then to the door. Minerva rolled her eyes in annoyance then replaced it with a mischievous look. She slipped off her left shoe and began to slide it up Albus' leg. Albus froze as he saw Terry and June walk into the room and sit down on the table next to them. Suddenly Albus jumped in fright as he realized a stray foot had found it's way into his shorts.

"Oh!" he said as his eyes widened.

Minerva fought to keep a straight face.

"Minnnniiee! It's happening!" said Albus in panic.

The waiter walked over to their table and put down their requested meals.

"Is everything all right, sir?" inquired the waiter.

"Oh, yes. Just the old war wound playing up again, I'll be fine thank you," replied Albus and Minerva could help but smile. The waiter, satisfied with the reply, walked away unfazed. Albus narrowed his eyes.

"It's you isn't it?" he said in a deep low voice and Minerva burst into giggles. "Well, as much as I am relieved for it to be your foot, that was a very cruel thing to do you wicked woman,"

They sat in silence while they ate. The only sound being made between the two of them was Minerva giggling every couple of minutes at Albus' misfortune. Minerva was still giggling like a little schoolgirl when they walked out of the dinning room.

"Minerva was it really that funny?" Albus winced as they walked arm in arm.

"You're expression was hilarious!" she replied laughing harder.

"Thank you, you've made me feel like the biggest fool in the world!"

"Oh quick, they're coming this way!" she whispered and Albus bolted up the creaky stairs at lightning speed and down the hallway. As soon as Albus got to the door, he turned around to ask Minerva for the key, but she was not there. Walking slowly down the corridor he saw her laughing hysterically and gasping for breath.

"They're not coming, are they?" said Albus deadpanned.

"No," Minerva managed to choke out. "Now you really are the world's biggest fool!"

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