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.

You idiot.

Don't I know it!