A/N: A story of random notes sent on random days between our two favourite Professors (Who said Flitwick? *Evil glare*). I wonder if you'll be able to tell that I was reeeeeally bored when I wrote these?
Italics - Minerva McGonagall
Normal - Albus Dumbledore
Albus, are you alright? You seemed a bit off today.
Can't talk now, Minerva; I'm on fire.
Technically, you're writing not talking. Are you literally on fire?
1) I don't care for your sarcastic comments. 2) I'm as good as on fire!
You ate the chilli peppers, didn't you?
It may be a possibility.
Don't I know it!