FanFic 100 Challenge – 067 – Snow
"What, in the name of Merlin, did you do that for?"
"Well, I d-didn't m-mean to…"
"Do not stutter, Albus Dumbledore. You'll only make me more infuriated"
"My dear, I…"
"Don't 'my dear' me, just explain yourself."
"I just wanted a little bit of… fun?"
"And you decided to make fun out of me? I can't believe you. I thought you're above things like that, but I see now I was wrong."
"Min…erva, do you really have to turn this into such a big deal? It was nothing, after all."
"Oh, of course it was nothing. You men are all the same: you do the wrong thing over and over again, and never want to be blamed for it"
"You want me to blame myself? Okay, then. YOU CAN PUT THE BLAME ON ME, YOU CAN PUT THE BLAME ON ME, SAID YOU CAN PUT THE BLAME ON ME…"
"I'M SORRY FOR THE WRONG THINGS THAT I'VE DONE, AND YOU CAN PUT THE BLAME ON ME, I SAID YOU CAN PUT THE BLAME ON ME, YOU CAN…"
"Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore, stop it this instant!"
"Sorry, my dear, I got carried away"
"I saw it, or should I say, heard it? Your singing voice is awful, by the way"
"Thank you. Am I forgiven?"
"Hm, let me think… NO!"
"C'mon now, Minnie…"
"Who are you calling 'Minnie'? Certainly is not me"
"I don't want to hear it, Headmaster"
"Then, Professor McGonagall, how do you suppose I explain myself if you do not give me the chance to?"
"I already gave you the chance, if you don't remember. And what I received was a very, very lame excuse."
"So let me try again. I did it because I…"
"…Because I wanted to get into the mood of the season"
"Honestly, Albus, there are many other ways of 'getting into the mood of the season'. Hanging mistletoes is a good one, but nooo, you had to do… THAT!"
"What you so affectionately call 'that' is a hundred times funnier than hanging mistletoes."
"Then go and do it with people who share your opinion, not with me!"
"Minerva, why don't you…"
"Do I wanna hear it? Do I wanna hear it? I don't think so."
"Merlin, why is it so hard for you to understand such simple things? SHUT UP, that's all I'm asking. I'm getting inside now. Oh, before I forget: you know that terrible and extremely uncomfortable light green couch in the living room? It'll be your bed tonight"
Great, he thought. That's for me to learn never attempt to start a snowball fight with Minerva when she's got the PMS.
The Pointless End ;D
A.N.: That's my first fic on the 100 words prompt challenge, please, read and review.
1 down, 99 more to go.