(a/n - hey guys! Sorry if this gets boring, but bear with me. Please?)
Piss...
A few weeks later, Albus felt that he was fully enough recovered to try and rescue Minerva again. He realised that the wards would still be up, but he had worked on some spells that would deflect the rocks. He smiled to himself as he reached the all so familiar street.
As he neared the barrier he prepared himself to cast all of the boulder resistant charms. However, when he cast them, nothing happened. Instead, Albus felt something hot and wet trickle over himself. He sniffed the air. Merlin's balls! Grindelwald was dirty thinking up a trick like that! For, Albus realised, what was trickling down himself was nothing other than urine.