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Author's note: This is something I came across when looking through my computer. It was I wrote a long time ago, before I started posting on . Please read and review.
Neville Longbottom had just been appointed Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. The news was greeted with both consternation and amusement by the portraits that would serve as advisors for the new headmaster.
"That idiot boy! Headmaster!" declared Severus Snape.
"Now, now, Severus." Minerva McGonagall admonished, "You can hardly call him a boy."
Snape raised his eyebrows in response.
"Minerva's right Severus." Albus Dumbledore pointed out, "In fact if I am correct in my mathematic. He is twenty years older than you were when you died."
Phineas Nigellus snorted in derision. Snape glared at his former mentor, but this only served to amuse the man further. The twinkle in his eye became even more pronounced, in fact.
Meanwhile Armando Dippet chuckled excitedly.
"Well I for one am delighted to see young Longbottom gain the position. I have had some fine conversations with him on the properties of plants and such like".
"Hear hear!" agreed McGonagall, and many of the scarlet clad figures clapped. They were delighted that a fellow Gryffindor had climbed to the coveted position once again. Snape rolled his eyes and shared a look of incredulity with Phineas Nigellus, a sardonic look that clearly exclaimed "Gyrffindors!"
"I saw that," muttered McGonagall.
"Surely this is not the same dunderhead that almost blew up my classroom every other lesson and actually managed to melt about a hundred cauldrons?" Snape asked, incredulous.
Ripples of laughter rung around the room. McGonagall's mouth twitched but she managed not to smile. Dumbledore, however, answered very seriously.
"Yes Severus, and the very same one that avenged your death with the GRYFFINDOR sword!"
Snape scowled although half-heartedly. He would never admit it but the idiot boy had behaved bravely albeit recklessly during his own year as Headmaster. Longbottom was truly a Gryffindor. Only Dumbledore could see through his facade as usual, and his blue eyes were twinking with mirth. Even on canvas the man was positively irritating.
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