A/N- Once again, sorry about the wait. But at least it's not as long as it
was before. I'm glad you're sticking with it. I've gotten some
Remmie/Sirius requests again, and I still don't know what to do! I don't
want anyone mad at me, but I'm going to have to decide soon what to do. So
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**a. Remmie/Sirius all the way!**
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**or d. No Remmie/Sirius but with an alternate chapter that you don't have
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LET ME KNOW! I NEED YOUR INPUT! I'll probably do whichever one gets the
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happens. Anyway, keep reading! R/R!
"Professor McGonagall, do you wear thongs?" Dumbledore asked curiously as the two professors sat in his office. Dumbledore was eating sherbet lemons and Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans alternatively. He had been doing this ever since an hour ago, when he and McGonagall went up to his office (about an hour after the dance had started).
"Albus, no, I do not wear thongs," she replied, appalled at the nature of the question, "And do you think perhaps you've had enough of those muggle candies?" Dumbledore rolled his eyes and popped another sherbet lemon into his mouth, ignoring her point.
"I love sherbet lemons, don't you? They are really a wonderful invention. I can't believe wizards have never made a candy like this!" he said, shaking his head. Minerva shook her head too; she couldn't believe how ridiculous a conversation they were having.
"Are you sure you're not 'sugar high', Dumbledore?" she asked him, using a term that Fred and George used way too often as an excuse for why they couldn't concentrate in her class. Dumbledore nodded that he was positive that he was not. Skeptically, Professor McGonagall allowed herself to believe him.
"Hmm. Albus?" she asked tentatively, reaching up and unpinning her hair from its typical tight bun and letting it fall around her face, "Can I ask you something?" Dumbledore popped a Bertie Bott's bean in his mouth and nodded, looking surprised that she had taken her hair out of its signature uptight style.
"Go right ahead," he said when he had swallowed it. He could have sworn that when McGonagall opened her mouth, she started to blush. "Albus?" she said sheepishly, "Can I have a sherbet lemon?"
Dumbledore raised his eyebrows so high that they looked as if they were going to fall right off his head. "You just got through insulting my absolute favorite candy in the whole world and now you want one?" he asked incredulously.
Professor McGonagall nodded, still looking sheepish. "Okay," Dumbledore agreed, "Just making sure I had everything straight." With that, he handed her a sugary sherbet lemon. She took it and ate it, still looking a little skeptical at just how good it would be.
"Mmm! This is delicious!" she said, eyes widening in surprise, "It's sweet and sour and-wow! What a kick!" Professor Dumbledore tried not to laugh as he watched yet another person fall victim to the joys of the sherbet lemon. Never had any other candy been quite as delicious as that one.
He was still chuckling when McGonagall looked up at him again. "Albus, could I possibly have another sherbet lemon?" she requested, holding out her hand expectantly. Agreeing easily, Dumbledore consented to give her another one. "They are delicious, aren't they?" he said, popping another one into his own mouth.
A FEW HOURS LATER (WE NOW RETURN TO BASICALLY THE PRESENT TIME)
"Do you wear thongs, Albus?" Professor McGonagall asked curiously, still sitting with Professor Dumbledore in his office. Dumbledore snorted in laughter, eating another sherbet lemon as he did so.
"I thought I already asked *you* that!" he said, dodging the question intuitively. McGonagall had to think back a little bit to remember that. The sherbet lemons had given both of them a sugar high that had fogged up their brains a bit. This was especially tough since they had been sitting for already a few hours, talking, laughing, and having fun, continuously eating sherbet lemons all the while.
"Did you?" she asked thoughtfully, "Oh wait, I remember now! You did! But-that was quite a few hours ago." Dumbledore nodded, remembering the moment. He had already been sugar high when he had asked the question. It wasn't *quite* the type of thing he would ask in his normal state of mind. He was a strange person, but not that strange.
"Wait a minute! Quite a few hours ago?!" McGonagall said nervously just as Dumbledore said, "Do I wear a thong? I don't know, you tell me!"
"Dumbledore, whether or not you wear a thong can wait! The dance is more than halfway over, and you still haven't taken off the spell to hold everyone to their partners! Poor people like Hermione Granger are still being tortured by being held to people like Draco Malfoy! You've got to go take that spell off right now!" McGonagall said urgently.
"Can't I just take it off from right here?" Dumbledore asked, reaching for another sherbet lemon. Minerva grabbed his hand before he could even open it. "Don't even THINK about eating another sherbet lemon. I don't care HOW good they are. You can eat as many as you want, but first you are going to go take off that spell!" she commanded, getting up and practically dragging him to the door.
Dumbledore followed her reluctantly, but understanding that she was completely right. "Alright. But I think they all have to be in the same room for me to take off the spell," he said pensively, following Professor McGonagall down the winding stairs of his office.
"I know that. I listen when you talk to me," she said a little snappishly, "That's why we're going to go to the Great Hall, and you're going to summon anyone who isn't in there to there, and then you're going to take it off!"
Dumbledore nodded that he understood. "That's very sensible. Excellent idea," he complimented her. "Thank you," she said semi- graciously, "Now let's pick up the pace and get down to business."
"That's just what I've been saying all along!" Professor Dumbledore said, shaking his head as if it had been Professor McGonagall that had started all the trouble. McGonagall's eyes looked as though they were going to bug out of her head.
"Don't even THINK about pulling that on me, Albus. You started this entire thing with your sherbet lemons (which, incidentally, taste incredible). You were the one who got sugar high before I did and completely forgot about your spell. So don't you DARE blame me for any of this," she said, stamping her foot to prove her point.
Dumbledore nodded, willing to go along with whatever she said when she said it so forcefully. "Alright," he said, "Well I'm right behind you. Let's go fix this!" Professor McGonagall shook her head at the Headmaster's slight off-balance-ness, but shrugged and followed him as he stepped in front of her and they both started hurrying towards the Great Hall.
A/N- Again, I'm sorry for the wait, and for the shortness of this chapter. Now that you've read it, R/R and send me your choice in the poll at the top! Well, only if you want to. Thanks!
"Professor McGonagall, do you wear thongs?" Dumbledore asked curiously as the two professors sat in his office. Dumbledore was eating sherbet lemons and Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans alternatively. He had been doing this ever since an hour ago, when he and McGonagall went up to his office (about an hour after the dance had started).
"Albus, no, I do not wear thongs," she replied, appalled at the nature of the question, "And do you think perhaps you've had enough of those muggle candies?" Dumbledore rolled his eyes and popped another sherbet lemon into his mouth, ignoring her point.
"I love sherbet lemons, don't you? They are really a wonderful invention. I can't believe wizards have never made a candy like this!" he said, shaking his head. Minerva shook her head too; she couldn't believe how ridiculous a conversation they were having.
"Are you sure you're not 'sugar high', Dumbledore?" she asked him, using a term that Fred and George used way too often as an excuse for why they couldn't concentrate in her class. Dumbledore nodded that he was positive that he was not. Skeptically, Professor McGonagall allowed herself to believe him.
"Hmm. Albus?" she asked tentatively, reaching up and unpinning her hair from its typical tight bun and letting it fall around her face, "Can I ask you something?" Dumbledore popped a Bertie Bott's bean in his mouth and nodded, looking surprised that she had taken her hair out of its signature uptight style.
"Go right ahead," he said when he had swallowed it. He could have sworn that when McGonagall opened her mouth, she started to blush. "Albus?" she said sheepishly, "Can I have a sherbet lemon?"
Dumbledore raised his eyebrows so high that they looked as if they were going to fall right off his head. "You just got through insulting my absolute favorite candy in the whole world and now you want one?" he asked incredulously.
Professor McGonagall nodded, still looking sheepish. "Okay," Dumbledore agreed, "Just making sure I had everything straight." With that, he handed her a sugary sherbet lemon. She took it and ate it, still looking a little skeptical at just how good it would be.
"Mmm! This is delicious!" she said, eyes widening in surprise, "It's sweet and sour and-wow! What a kick!" Professor Dumbledore tried not to laugh as he watched yet another person fall victim to the joys of the sherbet lemon. Never had any other candy been quite as delicious as that one.
He was still chuckling when McGonagall looked up at him again. "Albus, could I possibly have another sherbet lemon?" she requested, holding out her hand expectantly. Agreeing easily, Dumbledore consented to give her another one. "They are delicious, aren't they?" he said, popping another one into his own mouth.
A FEW HOURS LATER (WE NOW RETURN TO BASICALLY THE PRESENT TIME)
"Do you wear thongs, Albus?" Professor McGonagall asked curiously, still sitting with Professor Dumbledore in his office. Dumbledore snorted in laughter, eating another sherbet lemon as he did so.
"I thought I already asked *you* that!" he said, dodging the question intuitively. McGonagall had to think back a little bit to remember that. The sherbet lemons had given both of them a sugar high that had fogged up their brains a bit. This was especially tough since they had been sitting for already a few hours, talking, laughing, and having fun, continuously eating sherbet lemons all the while.
"Did you?" she asked thoughtfully, "Oh wait, I remember now! You did! But-that was quite a few hours ago." Dumbledore nodded, remembering the moment. He had already been sugar high when he had asked the question. It wasn't *quite* the type of thing he would ask in his normal state of mind. He was a strange person, but not that strange.
"Wait a minute! Quite a few hours ago?!" McGonagall said nervously just as Dumbledore said, "Do I wear a thong? I don't know, you tell me!"
"Dumbledore, whether or not you wear a thong can wait! The dance is more than halfway over, and you still haven't taken off the spell to hold everyone to their partners! Poor people like Hermione Granger are still being tortured by being held to people like Draco Malfoy! You've got to go take that spell off right now!" McGonagall said urgently.
"Can't I just take it off from right here?" Dumbledore asked, reaching for another sherbet lemon. Minerva grabbed his hand before he could even open it. "Don't even THINK about eating another sherbet lemon. I don't care HOW good they are. You can eat as many as you want, but first you are going to go take off that spell!" she commanded, getting up and practically dragging him to the door.
Dumbledore followed her reluctantly, but understanding that she was completely right. "Alright. But I think they all have to be in the same room for me to take off the spell," he said pensively, following Professor McGonagall down the winding stairs of his office.
"I know that. I listen when you talk to me," she said a little snappishly, "That's why we're going to go to the Great Hall, and you're going to summon anyone who isn't in there to there, and then you're going to take it off!"
Dumbledore nodded that he understood. "That's very sensible. Excellent idea," he complimented her. "Thank you," she said semi- graciously, "Now let's pick up the pace and get down to business."
"That's just what I've been saying all along!" Professor Dumbledore said, shaking his head as if it had been Professor McGonagall that had started all the trouble. McGonagall's eyes looked as though they were going to bug out of her head.
"Don't even THINK about pulling that on me, Albus. You started this entire thing with your sherbet lemons (which, incidentally, taste incredible). You were the one who got sugar high before I did and completely forgot about your spell. So don't you DARE blame me for any of this," she said, stamping her foot to prove her point.
Dumbledore nodded, willing to go along with whatever she said when she said it so forcefully. "Alright," he said, "Well I'm right behind you. Let's go fix this!" Professor McGonagall shook her head at the Headmaster's slight off-balance-ness, but shrugged and followed him as he stepped in front of her and they both started hurrying towards the Great Hall.
A/N- Again, I'm sorry for the wait, and for the shortness of this chapter. Now that you've read it, R/R and send me your choice in the poll at the top! Well, only if you want to. Thanks!
