So.
What?
Don't you dare 'what' me old man.
Very well. May I inquire as to the nature of your 'so'?"
Screw off. Smoke a phoenix. I KNOW!... Go organize your socks again. I think I saw one lying in your study.
REALLY?!?! *runs off to look for socks*
Albus?
...
Are you there?
...
YES! He's gone!!
You wish.
Alas. It was too good to last.
It sucks to be you. But at least now you can go back to basking in the glory of my awesomeness!
Or maybe you can go back to trying to get that fat ego of yours through the door.
How did you know about that?!?!
I have my ways.
You had one of your portraits sleep with Phineaus, didn't you?
It's not my fault that one hanging in your study is such a stupid slut.
Yeah. It totally didn't get that from the real life image of itself.
Albus, my dear. Sarcasm really isn't suitable for you.
But I can dream, can I not?
You mean dream as in the way you 'dreamt' about Headmistress Stringer?
HOW DID YOU KNOW ABOUT THAT?!?!
Do you really have to ask that?
Yep.
Why do I bother?
Because I'm your boss and you love me.
Unfortunately the first part is true, but the second part is definitely a 'dream'."
But, seeing as the first part is true, I am free to 'dream' all I want.
One of the many perks to being me is that I can make that first part untrue. Just how old are you, exactly? Do you have any severe or fatal allergies I should know about?
Why yes. I am deathly allergic to-- HEY... WAIT A MINUTE!
*flutters eyelashes innocently* What?
You are an evil scheming woman. And I just remembered last year's staff party.
You're going to let a little thing like Veritaserum get in the way of our friendship?
Yeah... maybe. Besides, I still can't look Madame Pomfrey in the eye.
It's not my fault you are strongly attached to those earmuffs!
Yeah, but... but...
Am I to believe that there is a point at the end of this ellipse?
Uh...
I have to go. The Marauders have detention in 5 minutes. I need time to prepare.
Oh. I feel your pain.
No, no you don't.
