Dumbledore's Find
An odd selection of people was gathered in the blue and gold light of professor Dumbledore's office. There was the headmaster himself; the pale and greasy Snape who was wearing his characteristic "Get-out-of-my-space-you-little-slug" look; Cho Chang and Hermione Granger. They were spaced aroung a small, circular table, all staring at the shiny, beautious shoe which sat in the centre. Cho Chang could not resist the temptation any longer and reached out to stroke the silky laces. Dumbledore lept up to stop her.
"Don't touch it! I fear it may have some spell placed upon it. Or perhaps it may be a neegral, though I doubt such an item would be so carelessly placed."
"Then how did you get it up here from the forest?"
"What kind of a wizard do you take me for if you do not think me able of transporting an object from one place to another?"
Cho Chang looked down, ashamed.
"I do not mean to be rude, Professor," began Hermione who had now risen from her seat, "but this shoe is not evil or cursed and it is in fact a gift to me from ro- I mean Harry."
"Don't listen to her - she just wants to have it for herself!" Cho Chang threw a stinging, fat evil at Hermione.
"Why are you even here Cho? What have you got to do with anything?"
Dumbledore had many powers and one was that he could sense a bitch-fight a mile off. "Silence you two. Cho is here to collect some crying potion from Snape, which she needs to prevent her constant crying. Here it is, you may go now." Cho left reluctantly. "And Hermione, I trust you. I will give you back this shoe for it is your gift from Ron."
"Harry."
"Ron"
"Harry"
"Ron……" Hermione took the shoe and ran out of the door, leaving Snape to awake Professor Dumbledore from his daydream.