MEMOS
Honestly, I go away for one week, and what do I come back to?
Pandemonium, ma'am?
That's right. House points for you.
…
Honestly, First years with shoes that are charmed to stick to the ceiling, the Weasley twins selling their vile "puking pastilles" , and poor Severus walking around in a mini dress that just won't disappear.
Actually, I'm not so sure about the last one…
Yeah… well… a girl can dream…
That disturbs me quite a lot.
I meant that it would be hilariously funny, not at whatever utterly perverse level you are thinking at.
Right…
I have a husband.
So you keep saying.
We are deviating from the purpose, here.
Ah, yes, you were saying?
What of Peeves singing through the corridors, or Filius being hit with the leg-locker?
This is what you get for leaving for Italy DURING TERM TIME and torturing us with fantasies of the beautiful Italian landscape.
And the beautiful Italian men.
You have a husband, remember?
…
Not so smug now, are you?
I am never smug, I am too much of a lady.
Tell that to Umbridge.
Fair point.
…
But, let us be honest now, if you were offered a trip to a terribly romantic spot with the man of your dreams, would you turn him down?
Noooo.
You see my point?
Yeeees.
So the one in your dreams is a man then?
…
…
Fine, ignore me.
…
…
Next time I shall make it two weeks.
…
…
Well, if you really must ignore me, I could leave for France right this minute.
NOOOOOO! DON'T GO! PLEEEEEEASE!
Ha! I win.
Damned mind games…
Dumbles, she has you wrapped around her little finger.
Who is this?
I could make a guess.
Go on.
Fred Weasley, report to my office at once.
But, how did you know?
I've been marking your *ahem* most interesting work for years.
Cough, Professor?
Not at all.
Dumbles, sir, you have got to start standing up to this chick. She's walking all over you.
But I also run the school.
Not technically.
I beg your pardon, I run the school, but he gets his name on the letterheads. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a disturbed student population to see to.
Ooooh, get her!
I know!
Is she like this all the time?
Pretty much.
Hormones.
PMS.
PM- what?
Never mind.
A/N: Forgive me, but I simply HAD to include the bit of gossiping with Dumbles and Fred... blame the plot bunnies...