A 13 year old Dumbledore sat at the foot of his bed. It was his first day back at Hogwarts and he was absolutely beaming with joy. He was excited no doubt, and couldn't wait for his 1st class. Putting on his robes, and combing his hair quickly, he left the room as soon as he put down his comb. His first class was which was the Divination teacher. He had never been fond of Divination and wasn't too happy that it was his first class. As he climbed to the very tip top of the tower, he looked at all the different windows that moved and was slightly enchanted in the weeping girl. He quickly snapped out of it and got to the classroom.
Seeing the teacher for the first time, he quickly made a guess about his life which he tended to do to all the people he met. He looked at him and bore into his eyes with, as his friends called it, his X-Ray vision. had gray hair that was a normal cut for a guy, and always had that piece of hair sticking up at the very top. Dumbledore chuckled quietly so as to make sure only he heard it and decided to bore his eyes into the man once more. He finally concluded that the man most likely had a wife and a child both of which were pure bloods.
He finally looked away and started getting out his ink and quill. Once he got it out, walked over to him. "Do you think this is a writing class ?" he said in his abnormally squeaky voice.
" Um sir, this is Divination isn't it?" Dumbledore said questioningly.
"Why yes my dear boy of course, but theres no writing in here." said . The last part was never registered in Albus's poor mind. In walked a beautiful young girl with dark brown curly hair, and her beautiful brown sparkling eyes, and he couldn't resist staring at her for more then a few minutes.
"Sorry I'm late," she said her voice sweet as Bertti Bott's Every Flavor beans as long as they weren't Bogey flavored.
"Thats quite alright miss..?" he said waiting for an answer.
" Minerva, Minerva McGonagall." she said, the name not at all sounding familiar but he didn't care.