Post by AltraPalantir on Aug 16, 2004 22:50:45 GMT -5
"Minerva!" Madame Pomfrey exclaimed as he entered the staff room. "Are you all right?" The transfiguration Professor looked up from the essay she was grading. Her face and neck were splotchy and red, and she had strange bumps all over her hands.
"What on earth are you talking about?"
"Look at yourself. You are obviously having an allergic reaction to something. A very strong allergic reaction."
"Nonsense, you know as well as I do that I am only allergic to citrus fruits, and I haven't eaten... any..." she stopped, suddenly confused.
"Well, you've done something, obviously." Poppy retorted. McGonagall started to protest, but her friend stopped her. "You can't teach class like that. Come with me, I have something in the hospital wing that will help."
Albus Dumbledore popped a Sherbert Lemon into his mouth and smiled happily. As far as he was concerned, Sherbert Lemons were enough proof for any wizard that Muggles had a reason and a right to exist. He was completely unprepared when his Deputy stormed into his office, glaring at him as if he were the weasley twins.
"Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore! What do you have in your mouth?"
"A Sherbert Lemon," he replied, meekly, holding up the half empty bag to demonstrate his honesty.
"What!" she exclaimed, "And I suppose you opened that bag and had one this morning before breakfast, didn't you?" He nodded.
"You kissed me after having just eaten a Sherbert *Lemon*. Albus! You know how allergic I am to lemons!"
"I didn't know there were actual lemons in them!" he protested innocently, "Muggle sweets are usually full of artificial flavorings! I didn't read the ingredient list!"
"Well, look at the name!" she spat, "Maybe that would give you a wee bit of a hint?"
"I thought it was all High Fructose Corn Syrup and Yellow #5!" he explained, "Why would I ever guess that it had actual lemon juice in it?"
Minerva stared at him for a full minute, trying to figure out what precicely High Fructose Corn Syrup was, and whether or not it came from lemons. "That isn't the point."
"I'm sorry." he said, giving her the sad puppy eyes that always seemed to work, even though she was most definately not a dog person. She sighed. No actual harm had been done. She sat on the corner of his desk and gave him a reassuring hug. His face brightened.
"Do you forgive me?"
"Of course." she replied, "As long as you don't try to kiss me right now."
He sighed reluctantly as she stood up and walked toward the door. "One more thing, Albus." she said, as a mischevious grin tugged at her lips, "You're either going to have to give up Sherbert Lemons, or kissing me."
The very next day, even the password to his office had changed.
"What on earth are you talking about?"
"Look at yourself. You are obviously having an allergic reaction to something. A very strong allergic reaction."
"Nonsense, you know as well as I do that I am only allergic to citrus fruits, and I haven't eaten... any..." she stopped, suddenly confused.
"Well, you've done something, obviously." Poppy retorted. McGonagall started to protest, but her friend stopped her. "You can't teach class like that. Come with me, I have something in the hospital wing that will help."
Albus Dumbledore popped a Sherbert Lemon into his mouth and smiled happily. As far as he was concerned, Sherbert Lemons were enough proof for any wizard that Muggles had a reason and a right to exist. He was completely unprepared when his Deputy stormed into his office, glaring at him as if he were the weasley twins.
"Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore! What do you have in your mouth?"
"A Sherbert Lemon," he replied, meekly, holding up the half empty bag to demonstrate his honesty.
"What!" she exclaimed, "And I suppose you opened that bag and had one this morning before breakfast, didn't you?" He nodded.
"You kissed me after having just eaten a Sherbert *Lemon*. Albus! You know how allergic I am to lemons!"
"I didn't know there were actual lemons in them!" he protested innocently, "Muggle sweets are usually full of artificial flavorings! I didn't read the ingredient list!"
"Well, look at the name!" she spat, "Maybe that would give you a wee bit of a hint?"
"I thought it was all High Fructose Corn Syrup and Yellow #5!" he explained, "Why would I ever guess that it had actual lemon juice in it?"
Minerva stared at him for a full minute, trying to figure out what precicely High Fructose Corn Syrup was, and whether or not it came from lemons. "That isn't the point."
"I'm sorry." he said, giving her the sad puppy eyes that always seemed to work, even though she was most definately not a dog person. She sighed. No actual harm had been done. She sat on the corner of his desk and gave him a reassuring hug. His face brightened.
"Do you forgive me?"
"Of course." she replied, "As long as you don't try to kiss me right now."
He sighed reluctantly as she stood up and walked toward the door. "One more thing, Albus." she said, as a mischevious grin tugged at her lips, "You're either going to have to give up Sherbert Lemons, or kissing me."
The very next day, even the password to his office had changed.
Oh well more sherbet lemons for me!!!!!! lol 
