(a/n - thanks to all of those who are still reading this. I appreciate it. I really do. I hope to write the next instalment of my magical matches soon, all of those who enjoy that...)
Put Me Out...
Albus sat with Fawkes in his rooms at Hogwarts. He was staying there because for as long as the war went on, someone needed to be there to protect the castle, and, as headmaster, Dumbledore thought that it was his duty to stay there.
"oh, Fawkes, what has happened to my dear Minerva?" he asked, stroking the magnificent firebird."I never thought my first time with her would be that way, and yet it was. Call me stupid but, I didn't enjoy it. It was like it wasn't her, since she was under the imperius curse. I know that if it was her then she wouldn't have been as.. Rough." he mused, before telling the bird to go and check up on his love.
Meanwhile, in her new home, Minerva was having a drink of firewhisky, a rare treat from her boss. She hadn't been feeling too good, and he had given it her to 'spice up her act'. She wasn't really concentrating, when all of a sudden a burst of fire erupted on her lap. Had she been herself, she would have stroked the pheonix and spoke to him. However, she wasn't herself. Under the imperius curse and feeling poorly and slightly drunk, all she did was scream:
"I am on fire! Put me out!" then, as soon as he had appeared, Fawkes disappeared, almost as if the woman had been hallucinating.