"So, Dumbledore, how are things at Hogwarts?" Fudge asked condescendingly.
"Oh, not too bad," Dumbledore said calmly. A passing fourth year Ravenclaw (his fangs still in existence) snorted loudly.
"So reports of mass vomiting, Peeves giving sweets to first years, Granger getting drunk, and Snape and McGonagall shagging like bunnies everywhere but the hallways –" they rounded a corner. Fudge screamed and covered his eyes.
"Totally unfounded," Dumbledore replied. "As you've just observed, they do it in the hallways too."
"Actually, Minister, Hogwarts does have a bit of a problem," Dumbledore said thoughtfully.
"It can't get worse," Fudge groaned.
"We have a rogue dragon wandering around – " Dumbledore was interrupted by a slurp and a crunch. "Cornelius? Where'd he go?" He turned round to see the dragon behind him.
"Agh! Don't eat me!" the brave and noble headmaster screamed.
"No fair," the powerful beast said petulantly. "Not even a nibble? Even just a lick?"
Students of Hogwarts were rather amused by the sight of a dragon chasing their headmaster around the castle with its tongue hanging out, begging to be allowed to lick him.