"Happy birthday, Minerva, love!"
"Why thank you, Albus."
"I have a present for you."
"What is it?"
"Wait here…."
"Okay….."
-five minutes later-
"Ta da!"
"A chair, Albus?"
"A nice leather chair, Minerva. Really expensive."
Minerva couldn't help it. Her eyes clouded in disappointment; she cursed herself for being a sentimental old fool but she had been convinced he would give her flowers…roses were her favorite.
"Thank…you, Al. I'll be sure to put it into good use."
"I thought I could help you…"
Albus' blue eyes twinkled mischievously.
"Help? What do you mean 'help'?"
"Sit down, my love."
Minerva frowned but sat down nimbly and crossed her arms.
"What are you going to do, Albus Dumbledore?"
Albus did not answer. He leaned over and kissed her lips softly.
"Now comes the sweet birthday treat."
-an hour later-
"Albus I will never be able to walk down the hallways again after what you did to me today."
"Mm, darling, I had no idea I was that good."
"You idiot, Albus…I meant…oh never mind."
"Do you like my present?"
"This leather recliner must remain behind closed doors. I will never sit in one again. My back's not the same as it used to be, you know."
Albus pouted.
"I prefer the good old-fashioned hard-backed chairs. Keeps my posture nice and straight."
"No expensive leather and cushions?"
Minerva winced. "No, dear, not while nobody knows we're married."