Lemon Drops.
By Lemo.
Professor Albus Dumbledore sat at his place at the teachers table in the Great Hall, looking rather depressed. It wasn't often that the headmaster looked so forlorn and didn't have that annoying twinkle in his eyes, so this unnerved nearly all the teachers, and most of the students.
Nearly everyone had come to the conclusion it must have something to do with Voldemort or something along those lines, what else could sadden the professor so?.
Dumbledore sighed and pushed his food about on his plate, not eating it. He was about to get up and return to his office when one of the windows lining the ceiling burst open and an owl flew in holing a package in its claws.
It landed gracefully next to the Headmaster, (who had suddenly seemed to brighten a little) dropped the package, stole a bit of Dumbledore untouched dinner, and flew off again.
Professor Dumbledore clutched the package in his hands, nearly everyone in the Hall watching him, before ripping open the seal, jumping up and yelling, "YES!"
He then walked out of the great Hall; a huge grin on his face, and a packet of Lemon Drops in his arms.