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Albus Dumbledore
It's over, I thought to myself as I escorted the examiners out of Hogwarts. The studying atmosphere had disappeared among most the students, my staff were happily anticipating the holidays and tonight, I am going to host a party for them.
I realised that Professor Tofty, one of the examiners was talking to me. I quickly arranged my face into a warm smile to hide my blank expression.
"It was nice to see you too," I said, hoping I sounded as though I was listening. Tofty gave me a slightly strange look.
"Old age?" he asked concerned. He peered at me curiously. I gaze back, frowning. He was my examiner when I had been a student, yet he's asking about me being old? I find that rather ironic.
"Oh, you know," I say cheerfully, but I actually have no idea what I'm talking about. Tofty nods understandingly. I clasped his hand, said good bye and watched him along with the other examiners clamber into the carriage. As soon as they were gone, I sighed.
I walked confidently to a side door in the Entrance Hall, carefully opened it and slipped downstairs into a bright stone corridor. I need refreshments delivered to the staffroom from the kitchens.
In less than no time, I found myself gazing at a painting of a bowl of fruit. I tickled the green pear which turned into a green handle and I pulled the handle with a firm grip.
The kitchen was bustling with activity when I entered. It's always a remarkable sight. Even though I come here all the time. I spotted the Weasley twins stealing food but perhaps they did not take notice of me. I suppose standing behind a pillar might be a factor.
"Hello Dobby," I said happily to the nearest house-elf. Dobby stared at me with his great, green eyes then bowed low, his pencil nose almost touching the ground.
"Headmaster. Such an honour to see you," he gasped. I smiled. Dobby relaxed slightly. He is a nervous wreck even at the best of his moments.
"I need this to be sent to the staffroom," I said giving him a twinkling smile to calm him down. I hand him a list of foods. He scanned the list and nodded.
"Yes Professor," he said obediently, bowing once more. I hurried back to the staffroom.
The staffroom wasn't particularly attractive with its mismatched chairs, ancient robes hanging in the wardrobe and mouldy hats hung on the hat stand. I withdrew my wand from my robes; the Elder Wand I earned after much painstaking searching.
With just a wave of my wand, the room was decorated with gold streamers, balloons and the dusty tables were now covered with frilly table cloths instantly.
Dobby came almost immediately with the food, and although I did not wish him to do so, he arranged it nicely on the table. Everything was ready.
I patiently waited for my staff to arrive and give them a lovely surprise. I had cleared the center of the room for us to dance. And I was looking forward to pushing Severus onto the dance floor and force him to have a good time.
Minerva followed by Filius, Pomona and Poppy were the first to arrive. Within ten minutes, everyone had arrived except for Argus, who I understand had some detentions to deal with.
While everyone was dancing, the one thing I predicted came true: Severus was sulking in a corner. As I approached him, I thought I saw him head to the drinks table. I daresay he wanted a drink? Or perhaps avoid the dancing? He needs to participate more. He's quite shy.
"Severus, we're missing you," I say placing my right and on his shoulder. His shoulders were hunched over the table. He is rather bat-like sometimes.
"I rather detest parties Headmaster," he said stiffly.
"Come now Severus," I say commandingly. I drag the unwilling Severus across the room to where Minerva stood, chatting with Poppy.
"Minerva, would you take Severus for a partner," I ask her optimistically. Her black eyes widened in shock.
"Professor, I highly doubt this is appropriate-" she protested, with a mad glint in her eye but I linked Severus' arm with Minervas and they said no more.
I know they do not on the whole, enjoy each others company but perhaps they may become friends. Although now I think about it, Minerva is glowering at Severus. Perhaps this wasn't a good idea.
I spent the rest of the night dancing, with various partners: Minerva, Poppy, Pomona, Madame Pince and Wilhelmina Grubbly-Plank, who I invited as a form of thankfulness for covering Hagrids classes when he wasn't there.
Overall, I suppose it was wonderful. I say, the best way to spend the night celebrating the end is hosting a party, dancing and having a good time. I suggest you try it too!