A/N: Just a short little drabble I wrote. This is what happens when I can't sleep, go figure. Anyways, the characters may not act like their canon selves or whatever. And sadly I don't own anything. JKR has decided to keep Harry Potter and all of it's splendid characters to herself. Greed is a sin Rowling, learn to SHARE!!

"Hem hem."

Minerva Mcgonagall kept walking, either not hearing or not choosing to hear the somewhat quiet cough.

"Hem hem!"

'I still need to mark those essays, hmm... maybe if I sweet talk Albus, he'll do them.' Minerva wondered.


Feigning a look of suprise, Minerva turned to face the Hogwarts High Inquistor. 'Or whatever she calls hers nowadays.' she thought.

"Delores, what a pleasant surprise! How long have you been walking beside me?"

"Quite awile. Well Minerva, now that I have your attention, I have a question."

"Ask away."

"Well, I was wondering, since you know Albus so well, do- do you know what he looks for in a relationship? I have been wondering for quite some time."

"Delores," Minerva said through clenched teeth. "would you mind walking into my fist?"

"Er... why would I want to do that?" Asked Delores, looking quite bamboozled.

"Because I'm too tired to do it."

"Do what?"

"This." Minerva said, quickly throwing her fist into Delores' face.

"Hey, what do you know, I wasn't too tired. And remember this, HE'S MINE BITCH!" she said, watching Delores hit the floor with a thunk.

The End




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