Everyone in the room went silent. None of them wanted to be Rolonda's new victim. Rolonda scanned the faces thinking who would be her victim. Suddenly they flashed before the tall, lean, newest staff member, Remus Lupin.

A malicious smile broke across her face as she asked him, "Truth or dare?"

Remus paled as he gulped hard. He didn't want to be submitted to one of Rolonda's dares. She would probably dare him to make out with someone whom he didn't wish to kiss or worse.

"Ah…truth." Remus finally answered. Rolanda let out an exasperated sigh.

"Oh dragon dung, would someone do a dare already other than me? You might think you got away, but we're not through with this game yet!"

Remus remained silent standing rooted. He was going to take whatever question was coming his way. Rolanda stood peering into the fiery amber liquid that filled her glass. She thought what kind of skeleton Remus Lupin would have.

"Alright then Remus, tell me why you seem to always be sick."

-/-/-

Minerva stiffened. She hoped Remus would take off a garment. Not for her amusement, but to keep his secret still a secret. No one had to know about him being a werewolf.

"Calm down woman. Wolfie isn't that dumb." Severus smirked at Minerva who only glared at him.

-/-/-

"Ah…" Remus paled. He didn't want to tell everyone he was a werewolf. They would pity him or be frightened of him. They could accidently tell someone they weren't supposed to, and then what? He'd be forced to quit his job and then he'd be ostracized by the whole Wizarding world.

Thinking quickly, he weighed his options. The questions sounded like a fair simple question from the other staff's point of view, but from Remus's it could ruin everything. They were still all very sober. He couldn't take off a piece of garment or else they would get all too suspicious. Rolanda started to get impatient. She began to tap her foot loudly against the floor as if she were the damn clock ticking down the seconds it took for him to answer the question.

"Remus, we're waiting." she voiced to him. Remus made up his mind as he started to form slight tears in his eyes.

'Why is he crying?' everyone thought, but didn't dare interrupt him. Remus took a large gulp of his drink before going through with what he was going to do.

"Ever since I was young, I had contracted this disease," He paused to see that everyone was looking at him intrigued, "that's life threatening."

Loud gasps could be heard around the room.

-/-/-

"Oh Bullocks, he's done for." Minerva said dejectedly before her head fell into her hands. Severus just had a smirk plastered over his facial features.

'Stupid mutt!' he thought silently to himself, knowing Minerva wouldn't appreciate it if he voiced it out. Severus took a swig of his glass of wine to keep from laughing out loud.

-/-/-

"Yes, but don't be worried for me. It is sadly incurable, but Severus has been brewing me a potion that keeps the disease at bay. Unfortunately, the potion has some side effects that force me in a state in which I am unable to teach." Remus finished explaining, still tearing up. He had these people eating out of his hands. Merlin, were they gullible. It was mostly true, but not completely.

"Oh you poor man." exclaimed Aurora, placing her hand gently on his shoulder. Septima and Charity also came to embrace Remus. He was crying, but from laughter not sadness.

"Thank you." He mumbled to all of them. "But I'll be fine I assure you."

"What is it called?" inquired Poppy.

'Oh Buggar, she was a healer. What could I say?' Remus thought nervously in his mind. He looked around for inspiration, but there was nothing. Merlin's nickers, he was going to have to completely pull this one out of his arse.

"Um…it's not a very well-known disease as it's very rare. I believe it's called…" he looked at the people who were now looking at him.

His eyes fell upon Aurora's green necklace as he said, "Gre…" He then looked at the floor. "woo…" His eyes searched frantically as he looked at Albus's long gray old beard. He then cleared his throat as he recited the made up name.

"The disease is called Grewoldberd." He finally answered. The other looked at each other skeptically to see if the other had ever heard of the disease before.

-/-/-

Severus chocked on his drink after he heard the name, "What?"

Minerva was laughing hard from how Remus had fooled them all. I looked like he still had a heart of a Marauder in him. Severus stared at the scene incredulously.

'WTF what a bunch of dim witted pixies!'

-/-/-

"Yeah, well like I said, it's very rare. So Charity, truth or dare?"

Charity blushed as she didn't like having all the attention turned onto her. They were all waiting for her reply as Remus was quickly forgotten about except by Poppy who was trying to rummage through the years of her medical education for the rare disease. Rolonda glared at Charity, daring her to pick dare. Charity finding the piercing hawk eyes unbearable, picked dare.

Remus looked around as he wanted to be amused as well. He looked around the room, thinking of the dare. His eyes rested on the small charms professor. That was when a malicious glint washed over his eyes. He looked back at Charity who was waiting for her dare nervously.

"I dare you to give Professor Flitwick the newest hip fashion muggle haircut."

Everyone burst out laughing except for the charms professor. Charity looked at Remus disbelieving. He couldn't possibly imagine her doing that to the poor professor.

"Dare her to do something else! I'm not letting her touch my hair!" exclaimed Filius covering the top of his brown thinning hair.

"I'll let Charity do it, if she's up for it." Albus volunteered which caused many heads to turn. Charity paled. She didn't want to do the dare anymore, not on her boss. Merlin this wasn't going to be good.

"I couldn't." Charity stammered nervously.

"Sure you can." Albus conjured a pair of scissors for Charity. "I'm actually quite curious myself. Please, I insist."

Charity put down her glass as she apprehensively walked towards Albus. "Alright, if you insist, are you sure about this?"

"I'm entirely sure." Albus assured with his blue eyes twinkling. Everyone stood silently watching and drinking down their fire whisky absent mindedly. Charity took the silver plaited scissors from Albus. She knew this wasn't going to be good. This wasn't going to go well. She knew very well what popular hair cut was going around nowadays with muggles.

"Um Headmaster, I'm going to have to cut a lot of your hair off. Are you okay with that?"

"But away Charity." cried Albus a little too jovially. They wondered if he was inebriated already, but he looked sober enough. He was just crazy. (For a change)

Charity went straight to work using the scissors. Every time the two blades came together to snip off the long silk silver hair of Albus Dumbledore, Charity felt her own heart thumping just a bit faster. The other staff members could do nothing, but drink down their whiskey and refilling their glass. The room had grown deathly silent with each stand of hair that fell onto the floor.

A several minutes had gone by and Charity had ended up standing in a pool of Albus's silver cut hair. Once she got his hair to the desired length she started to the rest with wandless magic. Hair was light and easy enough to do so she didn't need a wand.

By the time she was finished, many of the staff members couldn't stand straight. They all had too much to drink and the sight of Albus Dumbledore was just too much to take in.

"So how do I look?" asked Albus after standing up when Charity told him she was finished. Rolanda was the first to break out in laughter which was shortly followed by everyone else in the room. Albus quirked a questioning eyebrow at them, wondering what was so funny. Charity looked ashamed as she swiftly walked back to her abandoned drink in the corner of the room, never looking up.

Albus pursed his lips at the sight of his staff. He quickly conjured a hand mirror so he could properly look at his new haircut. Rolanda quickly snatched it from his grasp. She clutched it close to her chest and away from Albus.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you!" she quickly advised him. Albus growing very curious now demanded for the hand mirror back, but Rolanda refused to hand it over. Albus, getting irritated for the first time in a long time, waved his hand and Rolanda found her hands grasping at nothing but air as Albus had the hand mirror back in his possession.

Albus took a deep breath before he held it up to peer at his reflection. What he saw was astonishing indeed.

"This is what muggles like?" inquired Albus to Charity.

Charity frightened to answer, held tightly onto her drink as she mumbled incoherently, "Yes," as it was then followed by a swift apology, "I'm so sorry Headmaster, but if you want me to change it I can."

Albus brushed her off with a dismissive hand, "It's find Charity. I like it, what about you guys?" He asked the rest of the staff. They were quick on their feet to quickly agree.

"Oh yeah, you look great Albus."

"Mmhmm Headmaster, the look defiantly suits your personality." They were all shouting out compliments while at the same time they were trying to hide their smiles behind their glass of the amber liquid. Their eyes were filled with mirth, but Albus decided to ignore their looks and go by their words. It didn't look bad, did it?

-/-/-

In the enclosed room where Severus and Minerva were, they were in a fit of uncontrollable laughter. They couldn't stop laughing. They were to the point where both of them were falling over and gasping for air. Albus's silver hair now ended at the top of his shoulders, but that wasn't what shocked them. What shocked them was that down the middle of his head was his hair spiked. He had a spiked Mohawk!

-/-/-

It seemed like the bottle of whisky was never ending. As soon as it felt like they were getting low, it would quickly be refilled, but this went unnoticed by many.

"Alright Albus, since all attention is on you, truth or dare?" Charity asked the Headmaster. Albus thought about it as he was always the daredevil. He chose dare and Charity looked around, trying to figure out what amusing dare she could submit the headmaster under. This was strip truth or dare, which meant that this was R rated practically, or that's how the muggles would rate it.

"I dare you to make out with Filius for at least thirty seconds, and then rate it from O to T." Charity dared. Albus just smirked as he wasn't afraid to go through with the dare as Filius was the total opposite.

"Why me, don't you guys have someone else to pick on?" yelled Filius.

"Obviously not." snorted Rolonda trying to stifle her laughter with no avail.

"Oh come on my friend, for the sake of the game." Albus tried to get Filius to go through with it.

"No, I'm sorry Headmaster, but with all due respect, I'd rather not.

"Oh Filius," Albus put his hand over his heart in a mock of offense, "you're hurting my feelings."

"I'm sorry, but I won't do it." Filius said defiantly. But Albus wouldn't take a no for a no. He quickly got to his feet and marched up to Filius who quickly started to scurry in the other direction. Pomona saw him trying to make a run for it as she grabbed Filius by the arms and pushed him over towards Albus.

"Here you go Headmaster, he's all yours!" she teased. Before Filius could even react, he felt Albus's lips brushed against his. He was frozen in place, not knowing what to do.

"One…two…three," Rolanda started to count the seconds since everyone else were too busy laughing, being speechless, or choking on their whisky. "Four hippogriff….five hippogriff," she continued, but added 'hippogriff' to make it last longer despite the uncomfortable situation it was for Filius.

The seconds seemed like years as Filius was glued to Albus's lips. The head master had his grip on either side of Filius's arms to keep the short half wizard in place.

'Why me, why me, oh bloody hell why me?' Filius kept on repeating in his mind. He stayed in the kiss even though he didn't want to be lip locked with Albus Dumbledore. As Rolanda reached fifteen hippogriff, Filius couldn't help but focus his entire attention to the Headmaster.

'Merlin his lips are so soft.' Filius disturbingly observed as they were still defiantly crushed against his. 'Why are they so soft?' Albus's hold on Filius started to soften as the pressure against his lips lessoned. 'Merlin, is he starting to move his lips against mine? Why am I reacting? Stop it Filius! He's your bloody boss you old fool! Oh but it feels so good. He taste like lemon drops, so sweet yet delectably tangy. What's that smell? Is it his after shave? Oh it smells like pine wood. Why does he smell so good? Why did he taste so good? Why am I acting this why? Why, why, oh bloody hell why?'

Thoughts were rushing through Filius as he had lost track of where he was and the Rolonda's count down.

"And thirty hippogriff, you're free to break apart!" Rolonda informed them. Albus lightly pulled away from the tiny professor. From the loss of contact, Filius fluttered his eyes to see that Albus had pulled away. Filius tried his hardest to act relieved even though he secretly wanted more.

'Is that wrong of me? He would never be interested in me anyway, and it was just a kiss. Get a hold of yourself Filius!'

"Hem-hem," Charity cleared her throat since it had gone dry from the shock of the scene she had just witnessed, "what is Filius's score?"

Filius seemed to lean closer to the Headmaster, interested to know what he thought of the kiss.

"I would give Filius an E for the kiss. Very good my friend, I never thought you had it in you." Albus answered before taking a sip of his amber liquid.

'I wasn't an O! Do I want to be an O? Merlin, what has happened to me?'

"Sybil, truth or dare?" asked Albus, not noticing Filius disgruntled look. The few that did thought he was just upset for being kissed against his will. No suspected that he might have actually enjoyed the kiss.

"My inner eye tells me I should pick truth." Sybil answered being oblivious to the many rolling eyes she received from her fellow colleagues.

"Alright then, have you ever had sexual fantasies about any of the staff members and if so who?" Albus asked with mirth clouding his eyes. Sybil's dreamy state immediately diminished by the question while her eyes grew larger with shock. Her big glasses magnifying her eyes only amplified the amazement as she closely resembled a deer caught in the head lights.

Sybil took off her shoes and threw them in the pile.

"So much for her inner eye." She could hear someone snigger.

She didn't care since she wasn't about to spill the beans about her steamy dreams. She wasn't fantasizing about any students but more of a too wonderful to even begin orgy with two professors she'd rather be left unknown.

Everyone in the room looked at her skeptically as they all thought, 'I bloody hell hope it's not me!'

Sybil thought about her dreams, her fantasies since that's how they were going to stay. She knew both would never dream of her that way, even if their lives were on the line. They'd rather die which was a shame she thought. She could be a real animal in bed.

The staff stared at her weirdly knowing that she was thinking about her sexual fantasy as indeed she was. She remembered her latest dream where she was in her stuffy overly perfumed tower. The only light in the room came from the fireplace as it casted long obscured shadows across the room.

She could feel his rich velvety voice teasing her ear as her whispered to her softly, seductively, "Hello Professor, what keeps you in this tower? I have missed your company." His thick dark monotone voice sent shivers down her spine.

The next thing she would feel were her slender delicate long fingers run up Sybil's bone thin arm and running underneath her shawls to slide them past her shoulders.

"Indeed I have missed you as well." The sound of her voice coaxed Sybil's other ear. Her thin lips that were normally pressed in a thin line out of rage were now curved upward in a small smile. Her green eyes clouded in lust as she stood before Sybil in her natural glory, the fire causing her skin to be coated in a beautiful gold.

Sybil would then feel a strong aggressive tug from her clothing from his strong hands gripping the rest of her clothes. He would violently rip them from her body before laying his lips against her now bared skin. Sybil could entangle her fingers through his think glossy black hair. Then Minerva would come to soundlessly kiss Sybil on her lips, her lips being unbelievable soft before she'd turn to Severus to kiss him.

-/-/-

"Who do you think it is?" asked Severus to Minerva who looked just as stunned as the potion master beside her.

"I have no idea, but I'd rather not know." Minerva replied with taking a large sip of her wine, trying to get rid of the thought that Sybil had fantasies about someone on the staff.

Severus felt himself slightly shiver as his dark eyes were stone cold and his hard jaw clenched tight. "Agreed."

TBC….

Author's note: Alright, I know my mind might not be right, but I was smiling the whole time I was writing this. I hoped you enjoyed it as much as I enjoyed writing it. Thank you for the lovely reviews and those who have added this to your fav/alert list. Best wishes to you all and good night/morning!