MEMOS
You are a truly delightful human being.
Why, thank you.
No, I mean it.
Where's the catch?
It's the truth.
I thought you were being sarcastic.
Me? Never!
There it is again. I can't tell when you're being sarcastic on paper.
I'm NOT being sarcastic.
I don't believe you.
Oh, ye of little faith.
Now, you see, to me that sounds like you're setting a trap.
Whatever do you mean, Albus?
Well, you were expecting me to go: "No. I believe you. Continue." And then you would say something like "Bwah ha ha ha ha! You should never trust me, Laddie, so you shouldn't."
I'm actually offended that you think I talk like that.
And I'm offended that you would try to hoodwink me so.
Nobody is trying to hoodwink anybody!
I'm still skeptical.
You, Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore, are an unutterably wonderful human being.
I KNEW IT! You used the middle names so you ARE angry!
Clever one, you are.
What did I do?
"What did I do?" WHAT DID I DO? I'll tell you what you did, Dumbledore! I woke this morning to find my room the most repulsive shade of pink ever known to man.
Really? Well, there's something you don't see every day.
Oh, that's not all there was!
Really?
On my beside table was a small note - on sickly pink parchment I might add - saying, and I quote "I do hope you like the adjustments I made to your room. I hope you don't mind that I did them while you were asleep. Hoping we can spend more time there TOGETHER, kisses, Dolores."
Really?
"P.S. You do look angelic when you sleep."
Well, Minerva, I do think you've found your culprit.
You were stupid enough to write the note in YOUR handwriting, Headmaster!
Erm… she was… trying to frame me?