A/N: I had fun writing this chapter, but I also had a hard time. My feelings about what is happening in the story are pretty much the same as Minerva's , and comming up with something wise to say for Albus was kinda hard for me. And I think that Minerva's thoughts kinda give an insight to what kind of person that (well, that I think) she is, underneath the scrictness and professorishness. Like I said, I had fun manipulating her thoughts. Because I'm an evil manipulator like that. )
Chapter 8: The Deputy and Her Headmaster
"Albus! The woman is insane! She's going to drive me insane!" cried Minerva. Understatement.
Minerva and Albus were in their private chambers, getting ready to go to bed. Minerva was angrily pacing as Dumbledore looked on with an amused look on his face.
"I'm sure that if Professor Umbridge were to drive you insane, my dear, you would be the most sane insane person there ever was," he said, his eyes twinkling merrily.
What? And that made sense how?
" Oh for heaven's sake Albus, can you be serious for once? This woman is from the Ministry and the Ministry is against you!" said Minerva, almost feeling like she was speaking to a small child. In an angry way, like she would speak to an adult. In a childish sort of way…
"Yes, I know my dear, but we must be professional enough to get over our differences and work together to educate the children that come here to learn."
Minerva nearly screeched. Is he insane?! Maybe it's him who's going to drive me insane…
"She's not here to teach! She's here to make everybody think that you are a crackpot old fool! She doesn't care about teaching!"
At this point, Albus stood up and put his hands on his wife's shoulders.
"Minerva, you know very well that I have no control over what the Ministry does here. But we must do the best we can under the circumstances. Alright?"
Minerva nodded silently.
Why is he always right? Gods I love him.
Albus smiled.
"There now. Why don't we talk about something else? It seems that Miss Hamelton is adjusting nicely."
Minerva nodded.
"Miss Granger seemed to welcome her nicely, and by the way Miss Hamelton started joking with them, she seemed very much at home."
"That's very good. If the rumors keep spreading, Mr. Potter is going to need the support of his friends. The more friends that are close to him, the better."
No kidding.