A/N: So this chapter is the official start of my little side romance...Emma and Lee. Emmalee. Emily. HA.
#40: Dumbledore is not Santa, and he does not wish for me to sit on his knee and demand presents. Especially not in June.
Emma wants to point out that when she says 'everyone' it really means 'all-the-Hufflepuffs-Gryffindors-and-Ravenclaws-and-some-of-the-Slytherins'.
And as always, please review!
-PJatOgirl
Lee, George, Fred and I walked into the Great Hall for breakfast when an idea popped into my brilliant mind. I stopped the lads and whispered my plan. Lee took my bookbag and the boys all grinned in expectance for my little performance.
"SANTA!" I shouted, running up to the professors' table. That caught everyone's attention. McGonagall's face said, "It is too early for this." That alone made it worth any effort.
Dumbledore was sitting in his usual seat in the center of the table, which meant I had to run behind a few other teachers before I got to the Headmaster. I sat on his lap and started listing off what I wanted for Christmas. "I want sugar quills and chocolate frogs and a pet dragon and a set of Wizard Chess and a new owl cause mine is rubbish…" Nearly everyone in the Great Hall was laughing, hard…except for the professors. "…and maybe some Dungbombs…"
"That's enough, Jones." McGonagall said wearily. "Go sit down please."
"But I'm telling Santa what I want for Christmas!"
"It's June." McGonagall replied. "Go sit down at the Gryffindor table."
I smiled sweetly at Dumbledore, and I swear he winked at me, but he kept his face straight anyway. Then I stood up and walked back down to where my boys were waiting, laughing with the rest of the school.