"Malted Milk Balls." Minerva McGonagall stated, standing before the stone gargoyle that kept the Headmasters office hidden. The statue stepped aside and the Deputy Headmistress advanced up the stairs, at the top she knocked on the wooden door that now kept her from her final destination. After a few moments she entered and stood before Dumbledore looking rather perplexed. "Albus?"
Eyes sparkling he looked up and nodded, offering her a seat with a fluid wave of her arm. "Yes Minerva? Here, please sit."
She took the seat and there was another pause before Professor McGonagall spoke up again. "We need a sexual education class."
The Headmaster blinked. "What?"
"We need a sex ed class." She said again, sternly. Dumbledore chuckled.
"Minerva, that's not like you…"
"Yes well. Either we do it or we allow the Head Girl to continue the one she is currently running in the library. She has already taken all the fruit from the kitchens."
Again Dumbledore blinked in surprise, a curious brow rising. "Fruit? What for?"
McGonagall shook her head and sighed. "I really don't want to know. The house elves said she insisted on having the large pineapple rings and the strawberries. Her cohorts appropriated the rest."
A small smile pulled at the Headmaster's lips but he only nodded thoughtfully. "Hm. We should observe this."
"Albus!" the Deputy Headmistress snapped, glaring at him surprised at his response. "She's corrupting innocent minds!"
This time the smile could not be hidden as he spoke. "Minerva, I think she has already succeeded."
It was her turn to blink then she came upon the case the Headmaster was speaking of. "Oh yes… the jello incident."
"Yes. We may count ourselves lucky she locked the younger students in the library for the duration."
"Yes of course. If you don't count that she used up all the chocolate and they were acting like hyper bunnies as they hopped around the hallways."
"We are not counting that." Dumbledore said, shaking his head slightly.
"Yes well. Are you going to stop her?" She pushed, sitting a little straighter in her seat.
Dumbledore smiled. "Have I ever succeeded before?" Minerva sighed and shook her head. He followed suit with a thoughtful sigh of his own. "I do believe I would like to know what she does with the pineapple rings though..."
"ALBUS!"