C is for Choice
"Greetings, my Minerva!"
"Evening, Albus."
"I wondered if…"
"Yes?"
"…If you'd…"
"If I'd…?"
"…Like to…"
"To what?"
"…With me…"
"With you…?"
"…you and I…"
"Spit it out, old coot!"
"I'm getting there…"
"Taking your time, and wasting mine."
"I forgot."
"What?"
"Old age, Minerva. I'm feeling it in my bones."
"You wasted all this parchment to tell me you forgot what you're going to say?"
"Wait…wait! I got it! I got it…I got it…"
"Okay, let it out, before you choke."
"Would you, dear, sweet, beautiful Minerva, do me the honor of…"
"Yes, Albus?"
"Helping me choose which socks to wear tonight?"
-headdesk-
"I take it you consent?"
"I consent to putting you on a spit and roasting you alive."
"My, my, such a temperamental witch."
"Damn right."
"And quite foulmouthed too."
"Shut up."