A/N: Hey, back again! Yeah, it was quite quick! Applause Yeah, I know! Thanks! Heh heh! Well anyways on with the story...
Cat – a – Strophe!
Chapter 2
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"Pass the bread, Potter!"
"Why don't you just take it yourself? If you just stretch a little, surely you can reach it!"
"Oh, Saint Potters legendary good manners aren't present, what a surprise! I would appreciate it, if you show some proper respect towards me. I am after all the one to give you your potions grades, and I'm sure a T doesn't suit your little hero-brain!"
"Why don't you just go elimi..."
"Would the two of you just shut up! Harry show some respect towards your teacher, and Snape, try to act your age and as a civilised wizard," came the demanding retort from Alastor Moody, tired of the lack of silence there was in the large kitchen. He took out his infamous vial, and drank some of the liquor. Snape gave Moody his death stare, but didn't say anything on the other hand.
Harry looked around the room, noticing how many members of the Order stared at him and Snape. He took a bite of his toast, and gave Fred and George a smile. They were giving him the thumb-ups, probably for annoying Snape. Ron, sitting on his left slurped some of his pumpkin juice so noisily that Moody copied Umbridges dreadful line, "Hem hem!"
Nearly everyone around the table jumped, and Ron rolled his eyes. Hermione was reading a book, and wasn't distracted by Moody at all. Harry wondered whether she would notice if Death Eaters attacked Grimmauld Place. He guessed not. Everyone was silent, people eating their lunch and others reading or just minding their own business.
"WOMAN! GET BACK IN HERE WITH MY SHERBET LEMON," boomed a thunderous voice from above. Everyone looked at the ceiling with apprehensively expressions.
"What was that," asked Mr. Weasley looking up from his book about 'muggle electricity'.
"It sounded like the Headmaster," answered Lupin shrugging his shoulders.
"But isn't he up going through this school year's schedule? With McGonagall," asked Snape in his usual silky voice dripping with acid.
"It sounded a lot like Dumbledore!" commented Mrs. Weasley. While the adults continued their talking, Hermione had finally let her book aside and joined the present, she leaned toward Harry, Ron, Fred, George, Ginny and Neville.
"What do you think is going on? It surely was Dumbledores voice! He was yelling something about Sherbet Lemon, whatever that is?"
"It's a mugglecandy," answered Harry.
"How do you know that? I'm muggleborn, and can't remember a candy named Sherbet Lemon!" Hermione looked perplexed at them all.
"It's Dumbledores favourite candy, you know he really has a sweet tooth!"
"Ohh"
"But that doesn't explain..." Fred started
"...Why he was yelling Sherbet Lemon," continued George.
"Wasn't he yelling 'woman' first! I think..." further Ginny didn't get because at that moment the kitchen door banged open with such a force, that it crashed into the wall with a loud 'thud'. Everyone looked up; expecting Tonks to come stumbling in, but the person whom entered gave them quite a shock.
In came a running Minerva McGonagall, her emerald robes flapping behind her. She haltered next to Snape, who was giving her a very mixed glare.
"Minerva, what's going on?" enquired half of the people in the room.
"Nothing!" she said seriously, but ruined it all when she began to giggle. Harry looked puzzled at her; he had never seen her actually giggle, like any teenager girl. This couldn't be his transfiguration teacher, no frigging way!
She was now doubling over with laughter, holding on to her stomach in pain. She almost couldn't stand herself, and was leaning over Snape's chair while banging her fists at the table.
Yet again the poor kitchen door was banged open, but this time with much more force than before. Harry was surprised the door wasn't broken yet. He was surprised once more – what a day – when a very angry looking Dumbledore walked swiftly into the kitchen. He looked gravely at the laughing McGonagall. He coughed and she looked up, giving him a flashing tooth smile.
"Hi hi hi – Hello Albus – Hi hi hi," she managed between laughs.
"I see you're enjoying yourself," he just stated in a low voice, but nonetheless everyone heard.
"Heh heh – Oh stop being such a spoilsport!"
"Minerva, I'm warning you," Dumbledore went on in a severe voice.
"Uuuhh...I'm scared"
"You should be!"
"Are you trying to fright me!"
"I'm losing my patience, Minerva"
"Spoilsport!"
"Minerva!"
"Killjoy!"
"MINERVA!"
"Party pooper!"
"MINERVA MCGONAGALL!"
"Curmudgeon!"
"YOU HAVE ONE SECOND TO RETURN MY SHERBET LEMON," Dumbledore boomed, obviously rather impatient. He walked towards her, but she just moved away from him, all the time having the big wooden table between them.
"Are we feeling somewhat edgy today, Albus," McGonagall grinned, completely ignoring his thunderous face and the dangerous glint in his eyes.
"Give. It. To. Me. NOW!"
"Say please..." McGonagall teased.
"Please," Dumbledore spoke somewhat strained and even gave her a pleading look.
"Heh heh! Haven't you learned yet? Tsk tsk,"McGonagall mocked him.
"Learned what?"
"Puppy eyes doesn't work with me, Mister!"
"You're SO CHILDISH!"
"Me childish! I ain't the one craving madly for a bloody sweet, now am I! So tell me who's childish now!"
"DETENTION," Dumbledore yelled at the top of his lungs
"Excuse me!"
"I'm giving you bleepin' detentions for a whole bleepin' year! You bleepin' idiot!"
"WHAT," McGonagall was shouting at the top of her lungs, the volume matching Dumbledores.
Harry was genuinely beside himself and a bit mystified. He wondered what the heck was going on! He looked at Hermione, and saw her sitting with an open mouth; this was the first time they had heard Dumbledore curse. More than once! And McGonagall was so out of character it was almost unbelievable. He would have laughed and thought the whole situation somewhat amusing if it hadn't been for the fear of interrupting them. But he kind of feared their tempers at the moment.
"YOU CAN'T GIVE A TEACHER DETENTION, YOU IMBECILE BLOODY FLOBBERWORM! AND I'M THE DEPUTY, YOU CAN'T DO THAT!"
"WATCH ME!"
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A/N: Hmmm! So is this bloody story getting better? OR WORSE!
Plz tell me so I can continue anyway with poisoning your minds with buckets of gobbledygook and piles of crap. Heh heh! I see it's already working, since your reading this.
Hmm self-confidence you say!
Nah, I'm just a natural pessimist.
Thx to you marvellous reviewers, I really love you!
PippinsMyHobbit: I changed the summary a little; I really suck at summaries, but thx anyway.
Leviathan Ashes: Glad you liked it, of course there's more!
Crookykanks: Well everything in this is pretty OOC, but hey glad you didn't just ditch it because it isn't way to serious. Thx.
Minerva'sQuill: Are you Trelawney in Disguise? Or do you just happen to have a crystalglobe right next to you! You wrote it would be fun with Albus chasing Minerva! See! You should take divination, if it isn't already one of your subjects. Thx =)
Catwoman99: Thx. Yup never mess with the great Albus Dumbledores Sherbet Lemons!
Angeldust a.k.a Evilwoman: Glad you did! (I mean that you liked it) THX!
And also thanks to Bloody Mary, Fluff Anonymous and Helen.
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