Really short chapter! Sorry, I need to catch up "Thanks for the Socks" to match the same time as "A tea time story". Please review anyways. Hehe. Thanks to my wonderful reviewers:
EponineWeasley: thanks for the encouragement!
p.c. andrews: I'm glad you checked back with this story too! I know, Riddlemort, so discreet.
Fragonknight01: Hehe, I thought Marilyn was a nice touch too. Thanks!
After the lovely trio had visited, Voldemort burst throught the door. "Dumbles, it appears we have a problem, see I kinda had a bit of a snogfest with Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy. I don't really want to teach those horrible things they call children, and see I kinda pawned off the Defense Against the Dark Arts position..." He was cut of by Dumbledore's urgent voice, "God, no! Not Snape?" "No," Riddle continued, "Not Snape, Fred and George." Dumbledore sighed with relief, "Oh thank goodness, It doesn't really matter, as long as Snape isn't teaching that post. I like torturing him by not giving him the job." Albus and Tom continued to chat contentedly for another 5 minutes before Volderz flooed home.
Well, Dumbledore thought, I suppose it's best that the Dark Lord doesn't teach Defense Against the Dark Arts. At least I'll see him on Sundays for tea, not to mention our Saturday shopping trips. It would have been nice to have him around for a while longer though, he's so wise sometimes. Little did Dumbledore know, Tom Riddle was thinking the same thing. The exact same thing, and I mean it, the EXACT SAME THING. Anyway.
Dumbledore hoped he could get in 2 hours of sleep tonight, but he was extremely busy. He had to finalize the changes in the common rooms, they still hadn't gone into effect. He wanted to shock the students. Albus stared down at his planner:
1) Call caterer for Dance Party
2) See Minerva about dinner plans on Saturday (Tomorrow)
3) See Harry about Malfoy
4) Phone Tom about 'Desperate Housewives
That's right, How could I forget! Albus chided himself, I have a meeting with the Costa Rican president the exact same time 'Desperate Housewives' is on! Perhaps I could Tivo it? Yes, that should work. Excellent! Dumbledore continued to look at his planner:
5) Schedule meeting with American ambassador to Cuba concerning embargo
6) Get computer machine repairman to fix blasted machine
7) Ask Fred and George Weasley about D.A.D.A post
8) Ask Fred and George Weasley to do something about Colin Creevy
9) Fix Hufflepuff common room
10) Call Versace to organize the rest of the common rooms
11) Remind Filch we can't expel Peeves, while knowing that we very well are able to.
12) Organize conference with Giant Squid (Marvin) in lake
13) Throw blunt objects at Myrtle
14) Fix Hookah
15) Confuse Cornelius Fudge
16) Blackmail Cornelius Fudge
17) Blackmail Ludo Bagman
Dumbledore sighed as he peered down at the incredibly long list, and began to telephone a caterer for the Dance Party. He sent an owl to Minerva, and Harry. He picked up the telephone, and dialed the number to the Britney Spears Center for the Dark Arts.
"Good Evening, you've reached the Britney Spears Center for the Dark Arts, Nott speaking. How may I help you?"
"Ah yes, this is Dumble-albus," Dumbles chuckled at the code name Tom and he had created, "Is the Dark Lord there?"
"Yes, hold on a moment while I connect your call," Nott replied.
"Heyy! Albus!" Dumbledore heard Voldie's voice, "What's cracking?"
"Ohhh, Not much," Dumbles replied, "It's just that, I realized I have a meeting with the Costa Rican president the same time as 'Desperate Housewives', I Know! It's awful, but I'll Tivo it and we could watch it later."
"Quick thinking, so I'll come over around 10 then?"
"Yeah, that would be great. Ok, see you then!"
"Bye, Albus, see you then!"
Click.
Dumbledore was humming in his office, crossing off his accomplished tasks. Dumbledore checked his watch, and began to calculate what time it was in the States. He concluded it was around 6 p.m., and he then phoned the American ambassador to Cuba. They scheduled a phone meeting for Monday. He remembered he could just do a simple 'reparo' charm on the computer, and then set about e-mailing Fred and George. He e-mailed Versace about a meeting tomorrow, and set off into the corridors to find Filch and the rest of his evening. Things were looking good.
