"Ahh, that was great."
"What?"
"I'm thinking of including Weasley's Wizard Wheezes in my next course syllabus requirements."
"I question your sanity dear lady."
"That was genius!"
"What was? Me questioning your sanity or Mr. Weasley setting Dolores Umbridge's pink cardigan on fire?"
"Mr. Weasley bringing…wait. He…he seriously set Toadface's cardigan on fire?"
"Quite discreetly, yes."
"500 points to Gryffindor!"
"Now now, Minerva. Try not to get too excited."
"How is the b with an itch doing?"
"She is quite…upset."
"HA! Tell her to go running to her Corny Fudge."
"She already has."
"Oh."
"She has been…"
Albus and Minerva fell silent as they heard Umbridge's coldly furious shrieks penetrate the hallway.
"Furious. Demanded instant reparation."
"What? Like buying her a new cardigan?"
"Ye—yes, among others."
"I'll buy her another cardigan if it means I can get Fred and George to set it on fire again."
"I'm not sure that would fly."
"I can be very persuasive."
"I know."
"Then the problem?"
"Fred and George used up all their stock today."
"No wonder that ludicrous fluffy disgrace has refused to calm down."
"You mean the cardigan or Dolores?"
Minerva shudders. "Do NOT call her Dolores in front of me!"
"Oh…right…er…the b with an itch?"
"Precisely."