Post by stefdarlin on Nov 2, 2007 8:45:58 GMT -5
A/N: Posted in two parts because of length. This is my response to furandfeathers Halloween Challenge. Hope you like it. ;D
Disclaimer: Don’t own it…wish I did…belongs to JKR.
Summary: To what lengths will the Headmaster of Hogwarts go to do something the muggle way?
Rating: 13+ (only for stunt that happens toward the end…see A/N at end)
Title: To Carve a Pumpkin
Albus smiled to himself. He had a wonderful idea for the Halloween feast this year and he could hardly wait to make the announcement to the staff and the students. It was something he had always wanted to do. Giddily he rubbed his hands together then flipped through the pages of the thin magazine-like book in front of him. An image of happy eyes and an almost toothless grin smiled up at him and his eyes twinkled.
As he turned the page his brow furrowed and he studied the next picture of an intricate spider web pattern. ‘That looks difficult,’ he thought, shrugged and continued through the book. At the back there was a diagram showing how to cut off the top of a pumpkin with a picture of a hand scooping out the insides. His face scrunched at the thought of what that might feel like.
A knock at his door caused him to look up and emerge from his thoughts. “Come in,” he called distracted. As the door opened to reveal his Deputy his face lit up. “Minerva, my dear. How lovely it is to see you.”
Minerva smiled at him, looked down at his desk inquisitively and a frown of worry crossed her face. “And what are you up to Albus Dumbledore? You just saw me less than an hour ago. And you look like the proverbial cat that swallowed the canary.” She crossed to the desk, went around kissing his lips lightly and seated herself in his lap to get a better look at his secret agenda. His arms came around her waist in a caress and he rested his head on her shoulder to survey his cluttered desktop.
When she looked at him sternly he looked back with almost a pout. “On the contrary, my love, I am not up to anything. But I have come up with a brilliant idea for the Halloween feast this year,” his eyes twinkled and he saw Minerva’s face scowl, her lips a thin line.
‘Oh great, I wonder what it is this year?’ She thought to herself. ‘Last year I was barely able to talk him out of that scheme involving Rocky Horror Picture Show revisited.’ “And what is all this?” She questioned as she looked at all the diagrams spread over the desk. Minerva leaned and picked up one that illustrated a vomiting pumpkin, a look of disgust crossed her face. However, out of the corner of her eye, she caught a picture of a very jovial face.
“Albus, are these pictures to put on pumpkins?” She looked at him as a little delight crossed her face. ‘Perhaps all was going to be well this year.’
“They are,” he replied gazing at her out of the corner of his eye. But Minerva didn’t see that look as she surveyed all the drawings or she would never have fallen so easily into his trap. “I thought we could do our pumpkins with a little variety this year.”
“Why that’s a great idea dear. Some of these are quite intriguing. I’m surprised we haven’t done them before. It should be easy for Filius and me to charm the carvings onto the pumpkins we levitate in the Great Hall for Halloween,” she went on with interest.
“I’m glad you think it’s a good idea, but we won’t be using magic,” he countered.
“Wha…what do you mean,” she sputtered and leaned back to glare at him.
He smiled nervously, “Well, my dear, I thought we would have a pumpkin carving contest this year.”
“Pumpkin carving?” She looked at him skeptically, her lips thinning again.
“Yes, you know, no magic, carve them the muggle way. All of these pictures were done by muggles,” he waved his arm over the diagrams in reference.
To say Minerva wasn’t pleased could have been an understatement. However, it soon got worse.
“I thought we could have a contest amongst the students and faculty. Whoever wins will get a year worth of treats from Honeydukes. I also want to have a costume ball.”
“Costume ball?” She looked a bit lost. Her mind was racing, his mind seemed made up already and she was trying to think of a way to change it.
“Yes, my love. Isn’t it wonderful,” he asked with delight.
“Mmmm,” was all she could manage to come up with at the moment as she reeled from his bomb shell.
Oblivious he chattered on. “Yes, we could have the contest on the grounds and whoever is caught using magic has to wear a Spongebob Squarepants costume to the ball,” he smiled devilishly thinking of a certain Potions Master. Yet, he knew Severus would never cheat.
Some of what he said registered in her mind. “Spongebob Squarepants?” She gazed at him curiously.
“Ahhh, yes…he is a cartoon character who is very popular with young children these days. The costume I found, however, looks quite ridiculous and I felt it would be fitting for anyone who decided to cheat.” He leaned forward and looked at her. “Are you alright darling? You are very quiet.” His face formed a frown; Minerva was usually very vocal about his schemes. He was prepared for all her protests this year but there was one problem, she wasn’t voicing any.
Minerva’s mind raced. She thought to bring up half a dozen reasons not to continue with this travesty but it really wasn’t as bad as some of the ideas he had come up with over the years. She knew he brought up ideas like these to encourage faculty and student participation and encourage muggle relations and he seemed to have thought things through this year. Maybe she should focus on next year and strike a deal with him. She smiled a little to herself, at least that way she wouldn’t have to worry about any schemes next year.
“Yes, yes…I’m fine. I was simply thinking things over.”
“And?”
“What you are suggesting sounds like a good way to encourage the staff and students to work together and to encourage muggle relations.”
He smiled at her elatedly, “I’m so glad you see what I am trying to do my dear.”
“Yes, I do. It looks like you have been working very hard on your idea. I just want to put in that I would like the opportunity to do something next year so you won’t have to worry about it.” She looked at him and hoped he wouldn’t read too much into it.
Albus gazed at her thoughtfully and smiled, “That sounds good. I am so glad you agree and I look forward to what you may come up with next year. I know you will have fun with the activities this year though,” he clapped with joy. That had been easier than he had anticipated but Albus wasn’t going to look a gift horse in the mouth.
He turned Minerva to face him and kissed her softly. “Thank you love. Shall we go to the Great Hall for dinner and let everyone know about the festivities to take place?” He extended his arm to her and she wound her arm around his and they made their way to the Great Hall. Minerva couldn’t wait to see Severus’ reaction to the news, a smirk played on her lips.
That evening Albus made his announcement to the school and the reaction was somewhat mixed. The Slytherin table looked around glowering at both the Headmaster and the children seated at the other tables who were exclaiming with delight. To Minerva’s glee Severus’ face also held its characteristic scowl. However, her own face turned to a frown when Albus added a little tidbit to his original idea which he had not mentioned to her before. It seemed the costume ball was to be muggle as well. They had to come up with a costume without using magic and it had to be a theme or pertain to the muggle world in some way. Heavily she sighed; it would be worth it if she didn’t have to worry about any of this for next year.
Over the next week all the preparations were made for the pumpkin carving contest and ball. Mr. Filch spent the better part of his time trying to gather the falling leaves from the trees in the courtyard so they would have room to set up stations to carve the pumpkins. No sooner would he gather them in a pile when they would either be blown away by the wind or one of the students would run and jump in them with glee. He already had a roster full of detentions for the following week.
During this time the children talked excitedly about their costumes and what had inspired them, from muggle movies to poems to stories. As Albus walked through the halls he smiled to himself. He was glad the children were enjoying this. His faculty was another matter all together. Several of them constantly avoided him when they could and Severus had hunted him down half a dozen times with reasons why he could not participate. Albus had finally told him it was not a choice but mandatory for the staff. They needed to set an example for the students. He hated to do that to Severus but he felt sometimes the Potions Master was too stiff, he needed to loosen up. He finally found himself at Minerva’s office door.
“Come in,” she called from the other side when he knocked. Her face showed a frown briefly then smiled at him. “Hello Professor Dumbledore.”
“Hello Professor McGonagall,” he replied just in case any students were nearby. He walked in and sat in front of her desk warding the door behind him. “Have you come up with a costume yet?”
Minerva sighed, she knew what Albus had told Severus and she knew he wouldn’t let her out of anything if she told him she didn’t have a costume. “I think so, although I have neglected to ask you what your costume is going to be.” She watched him with reservation. Because of all of them she figured he would have the hardest time thinking up a muggle costume with all of his facial hair. She leaned over her desk with a flirtatious look in her eye and tugged on his beard playfully. He leaned in to give her a kiss with a bright smile. When their lips separated he told her, “I am going to be Merlin.”
Minerva looked at him with a raised eyebrow. “I thought we weren’t allowed to use magic.”
“Ahhh, but I’m not. Merlin is a magical person not a costume that requires magic,” he informed with an indulgent smile.
“But I thought it had to be a muggle theme.”
“Haven’t you ever heard of the muggle movie ‘The Sword and the Stone’?
“I don’t think I am familiar with it, no.”
“Well, there is a character in the film named Merlin and he looks just like me,” he grinned at her.
Minerva made a snorting sound and covered her mouth. Quickly she composed herself to let him know what she thought. “Albus, that isn’t very original. You wouldn’t even really be wearing a costume…somehow I don’t think the children will buy it, and I wonder what Severus will think.” She pointed this last out to him and he realized his folly. Yes, if he went ahead with his plan he would forever be placating Severus. His brow furrowed in thought.
“Well, what are you going to be?” He asked her narrowing his eyes.
“Ummm..,” she began and looked away. “It’s a surprise.”
“I knew it; you don’t have a costume either!” He exclaimed pointing a finger at her and crossed his arms to glare at her mockingly.
“Well, it isn’t that I don’t have one, I am just mulling over a few ideas. I’m not sure what I want to be yet, but I have several options.” She glared at him for implying she didn’t have any ideas, which she didn’t, but she would never tell him that. Suddenly a thought struck her. “Say, where did you get those diagrams for the pumpkins?”
“At a muggle Halloween store, why?”
“Well, did they sell costumes there?”
His face lit up. “Minerva, have I told you how wonderful you are lately?”
“Yes, but you can always tell me again,” she smiled back at him.
“We could go to the store together and see about getting costumes,” he beamed happily. “You were done for the day, right?”
“Yes, it is early enough, we could go and get back before dinner,” she was glad he had practically come up with this idea on his own with just some gentle prodding from her. It gave her a reason to go to the muggle shop since she hadn’t wanted to go by herself.
Once they reached the Halloween Store Minerva clutched Albus’ arm and they went inside. She glanced around in trepidation. Muggles did all this? There were fake spider webs strewn along the walls. Ugly bodies that looked like inferi stood at different locations around the shop and started to make jerking movements and scream when you went by. Then there was this hideous corpse like thing with only the top half of its body pulling itself across the floor with only its arms. As it approached her, Minerva started to reach for her wand to hex it into oblivion but Albus stopped her and she glared at him.
“Ah, ah, ah my love. Not here, besides, it won’t hurt you,” Albus leaned over to turn the monstrosity off and Minerva sighed with relief and intrigue. She looked at its back where he indicated and saw a button that read on/off then smiled a little discomfited.
All around them were costumes and body parts, hats and masks and assorted attachments and makeup. Minerva’s head almost hurt surveying it all. Slowly they made their way through the shop looking at all the adult costumes until they came to the section quarantined off for couples. Albus immediately grabbed up a package and studied it, eyes twinkling. Minerva sighed with exasperation, this couldn’t be good.
Albus looked to her beseechingly. “I just had a great idea, let’s do a couple costume,” he exclaimed.
“Let me see it first,” she eyed him warily. She had already fallen prey to too many things this Halloween on his behalf. She was going to make him make it up to her in more ways than one.
Albus looked around to make sure no one was looking and leaned in for a cuddle. “I’ll make it worth your while,” he murmured playfully and was rewarded as Minerva moved giving him better access to her neck. He nipped then placed a kiss there.
A growl rolled in her throat; she looked at him with desire and said with her deep Scottish lilt, “Let me see Albus.”
Hopefully he brought the package from his chest to show her. He grimaced at her gasp. “Albus, what will the students think?”
“Nothing my dear, just because you have a perverted mind doesn’t mean that they do.” He said this last with an indignant look. “Besides, I wasn’t planning to wear my part like that. It can go up higher, see?” He pointed to a picture.
“But what about the staff,” she began with worry.
“You are my right hand and I think this costume is appropriate and very original. And they wouldn’t dare say anything anyhow,” he raised a brow at her. He hoped she would cave, he liked the costume and he was prepared to go to any lengths for it. Again he leaned over and distracted her with his mouth below her ear. “Please, Tabby. I promise you won’t regret it. It could be fun.”
Minerva’s breath hitched in her throat and her eyes dilated. Slowly she capitulated to his request. He was right, besides they wouldn’t always be together that evening as they attended their duties. Over the years it astounded her how he could get her to do things she would never normally do for others. But, with him, it was different, she loved him.
“Oh, okay, but only if you wear it like that,” she pointed to the package again and shuddered, what was she getting herself into. Albus whooped with joy and went to pay for the costume as Minerva brought up the rear shaking her head to clear it.
Continued in next post.
Disclaimer: Don’t own it…wish I did…belongs to JKR.
Summary: To what lengths will the Headmaster of Hogwarts go to do something the muggle way?
Rating: 13+ (only for stunt that happens toward the end…see A/N at end)
Title: To Carve a Pumpkin
Albus smiled to himself. He had a wonderful idea for the Halloween feast this year and he could hardly wait to make the announcement to the staff and the students. It was something he had always wanted to do. Giddily he rubbed his hands together then flipped through the pages of the thin magazine-like book in front of him. An image of happy eyes and an almost toothless grin smiled up at him and his eyes twinkled.
As he turned the page his brow furrowed and he studied the next picture of an intricate spider web pattern. ‘That looks difficult,’ he thought, shrugged and continued through the book. At the back there was a diagram showing how to cut off the top of a pumpkin with a picture of a hand scooping out the insides. His face scrunched at the thought of what that might feel like.
A knock at his door caused him to look up and emerge from his thoughts. “Come in,” he called distracted. As the door opened to reveal his Deputy his face lit up. “Minerva, my dear. How lovely it is to see you.”
Minerva smiled at him, looked down at his desk inquisitively and a frown of worry crossed her face. “And what are you up to Albus Dumbledore? You just saw me less than an hour ago. And you look like the proverbial cat that swallowed the canary.” She crossed to the desk, went around kissing his lips lightly and seated herself in his lap to get a better look at his secret agenda. His arms came around her waist in a caress and he rested his head on her shoulder to survey his cluttered desktop.
When she looked at him sternly he looked back with almost a pout. “On the contrary, my love, I am not up to anything. But I have come up with a brilliant idea for the Halloween feast this year,” his eyes twinkled and he saw Minerva’s face scowl, her lips a thin line.
‘Oh great, I wonder what it is this year?’ She thought to herself. ‘Last year I was barely able to talk him out of that scheme involving Rocky Horror Picture Show revisited.’ “And what is all this?” She questioned as she looked at all the diagrams spread over the desk. Minerva leaned and picked up one that illustrated a vomiting pumpkin, a look of disgust crossed her face. However, out of the corner of her eye, she caught a picture of a very jovial face.
“Albus, are these pictures to put on pumpkins?” She looked at him as a little delight crossed her face. ‘Perhaps all was going to be well this year.’
“They are,” he replied gazing at her out of the corner of his eye. But Minerva didn’t see that look as she surveyed all the drawings or she would never have fallen so easily into his trap. “I thought we could do our pumpkins with a little variety this year.”
“Why that’s a great idea dear. Some of these are quite intriguing. I’m surprised we haven’t done them before. It should be easy for Filius and me to charm the carvings onto the pumpkins we levitate in the Great Hall for Halloween,” she went on with interest.
“I’m glad you think it’s a good idea, but we won’t be using magic,” he countered.
“Wha…what do you mean,” she sputtered and leaned back to glare at him.
He smiled nervously, “Well, my dear, I thought we would have a pumpkin carving contest this year.”
“Pumpkin carving?” She looked at him skeptically, her lips thinning again.
“Yes, you know, no magic, carve them the muggle way. All of these pictures were done by muggles,” he waved his arm over the diagrams in reference.
To say Minerva wasn’t pleased could have been an understatement. However, it soon got worse.
“I thought we could have a contest amongst the students and faculty. Whoever wins will get a year worth of treats from Honeydukes. I also want to have a costume ball.”
“Costume ball?” She looked a bit lost. Her mind was racing, his mind seemed made up already and she was trying to think of a way to change it.
“Yes, my love. Isn’t it wonderful,” he asked with delight.
“Mmmm,” was all she could manage to come up with at the moment as she reeled from his bomb shell.
Oblivious he chattered on. “Yes, we could have the contest on the grounds and whoever is caught using magic has to wear a Spongebob Squarepants costume to the ball,” he smiled devilishly thinking of a certain Potions Master. Yet, he knew Severus would never cheat.
Some of what he said registered in her mind. “Spongebob Squarepants?” She gazed at him curiously.
“Ahhh, yes…he is a cartoon character who is very popular with young children these days. The costume I found, however, looks quite ridiculous and I felt it would be fitting for anyone who decided to cheat.” He leaned forward and looked at her. “Are you alright darling? You are very quiet.” His face formed a frown; Minerva was usually very vocal about his schemes. He was prepared for all her protests this year but there was one problem, she wasn’t voicing any.
Minerva’s mind raced. She thought to bring up half a dozen reasons not to continue with this travesty but it really wasn’t as bad as some of the ideas he had come up with over the years. She knew he brought up ideas like these to encourage faculty and student participation and encourage muggle relations and he seemed to have thought things through this year. Maybe she should focus on next year and strike a deal with him. She smiled a little to herself, at least that way she wouldn’t have to worry about any schemes next year.
“Yes, yes…I’m fine. I was simply thinking things over.”
“And?”
“What you are suggesting sounds like a good way to encourage the staff and students to work together and to encourage muggle relations.”
He smiled at her elatedly, “I’m so glad you see what I am trying to do my dear.”
“Yes, I do. It looks like you have been working very hard on your idea. I just want to put in that I would like the opportunity to do something next year so you won’t have to worry about it.” She looked at him and hoped he wouldn’t read too much into it.
Albus gazed at her thoughtfully and smiled, “That sounds good. I am so glad you agree and I look forward to what you may come up with next year. I know you will have fun with the activities this year though,” he clapped with joy. That had been easier than he had anticipated but Albus wasn’t going to look a gift horse in the mouth.
He turned Minerva to face him and kissed her softly. “Thank you love. Shall we go to the Great Hall for dinner and let everyone know about the festivities to take place?” He extended his arm to her and she wound her arm around his and they made their way to the Great Hall. Minerva couldn’t wait to see Severus’ reaction to the news, a smirk played on her lips.
That evening Albus made his announcement to the school and the reaction was somewhat mixed. The Slytherin table looked around glowering at both the Headmaster and the children seated at the other tables who were exclaiming with delight. To Minerva’s glee Severus’ face also held its characteristic scowl. However, her own face turned to a frown when Albus added a little tidbit to his original idea which he had not mentioned to her before. It seemed the costume ball was to be muggle as well. They had to come up with a costume without using magic and it had to be a theme or pertain to the muggle world in some way. Heavily she sighed; it would be worth it if she didn’t have to worry about any of this for next year.
Over the next week all the preparations were made for the pumpkin carving contest and ball. Mr. Filch spent the better part of his time trying to gather the falling leaves from the trees in the courtyard so they would have room to set up stations to carve the pumpkins. No sooner would he gather them in a pile when they would either be blown away by the wind or one of the students would run and jump in them with glee. He already had a roster full of detentions for the following week.
During this time the children talked excitedly about their costumes and what had inspired them, from muggle movies to poems to stories. As Albus walked through the halls he smiled to himself. He was glad the children were enjoying this. His faculty was another matter all together. Several of them constantly avoided him when they could and Severus had hunted him down half a dozen times with reasons why he could not participate. Albus had finally told him it was not a choice but mandatory for the staff. They needed to set an example for the students. He hated to do that to Severus but he felt sometimes the Potions Master was too stiff, he needed to loosen up. He finally found himself at Minerva’s office door.
“Come in,” she called from the other side when he knocked. Her face showed a frown briefly then smiled at him. “Hello Professor Dumbledore.”
“Hello Professor McGonagall,” he replied just in case any students were nearby. He walked in and sat in front of her desk warding the door behind him. “Have you come up with a costume yet?”
Minerva sighed, she knew what Albus had told Severus and she knew he wouldn’t let her out of anything if she told him she didn’t have a costume. “I think so, although I have neglected to ask you what your costume is going to be.” She watched him with reservation. Because of all of them she figured he would have the hardest time thinking up a muggle costume with all of his facial hair. She leaned over her desk with a flirtatious look in her eye and tugged on his beard playfully. He leaned in to give her a kiss with a bright smile. When their lips separated he told her, “I am going to be Merlin.”
Minerva looked at him with a raised eyebrow. “I thought we weren’t allowed to use magic.”
“Ahhh, but I’m not. Merlin is a magical person not a costume that requires magic,” he informed with an indulgent smile.
“But I thought it had to be a muggle theme.”
“Haven’t you ever heard of the muggle movie ‘The Sword and the Stone’?
“I don’t think I am familiar with it, no.”
“Well, there is a character in the film named Merlin and he looks just like me,” he grinned at her.
Minerva made a snorting sound and covered her mouth. Quickly she composed herself to let him know what she thought. “Albus, that isn’t very original. You wouldn’t even really be wearing a costume…somehow I don’t think the children will buy it, and I wonder what Severus will think.” She pointed this last out to him and he realized his folly. Yes, if he went ahead with his plan he would forever be placating Severus. His brow furrowed in thought.
“Well, what are you going to be?” He asked her narrowing his eyes.
“Ummm..,” she began and looked away. “It’s a surprise.”
“I knew it; you don’t have a costume either!” He exclaimed pointing a finger at her and crossed his arms to glare at her mockingly.
“Well, it isn’t that I don’t have one, I am just mulling over a few ideas. I’m not sure what I want to be yet, but I have several options.” She glared at him for implying she didn’t have any ideas, which she didn’t, but she would never tell him that. Suddenly a thought struck her. “Say, where did you get those diagrams for the pumpkins?”
“At a muggle Halloween store, why?”
“Well, did they sell costumes there?”
His face lit up. “Minerva, have I told you how wonderful you are lately?”
“Yes, but you can always tell me again,” she smiled back at him.
“We could go to the store together and see about getting costumes,” he beamed happily. “You were done for the day, right?”
“Yes, it is early enough, we could go and get back before dinner,” she was glad he had practically come up with this idea on his own with just some gentle prodding from her. It gave her a reason to go to the muggle shop since she hadn’t wanted to go by herself.
Once they reached the Halloween Store Minerva clutched Albus’ arm and they went inside. She glanced around in trepidation. Muggles did all this? There were fake spider webs strewn along the walls. Ugly bodies that looked like inferi stood at different locations around the shop and started to make jerking movements and scream when you went by. Then there was this hideous corpse like thing with only the top half of its body pulling itself across the floor with only its arms. As it approached her, Minerva started to reach for her wand to hex it into oblivion but Albus stopped her and she glared at him.
“Ah, ah, ah my love. Not here, besides, it won’t hurt you,” Albus leaned over to turn the monstrosity off and Minerva sighed with relief and intrigue. She looked at its back where he indicated and saw a button that read on/off then smiled a little discomfited.
All around them were costumes and body parts, hats and masks and assorted attachments and makeup. Minerva’s head almost hurt surveying it all. Slowly they made their way through the shop looking at all the adult costumes until they came to the section quarantined off for couples. Albus immediately grabbed up a package and studied it, eyes twinkling. Minerva sighed with exasperation, this couldn’t be good.
Albus looked to her beseechingly. “I just had a great idea, let’s do a couple costume,” he exclaimed.
“Let me see it first,” she eyed him warily. She had already fallen prey to too many things this Halloween on his behalf. She was going to make him make it up to her in more ways than one.
Albus looked around to make sure no one was looking and leaned in for a cuddle. “I’ll make it worth your while,” he murmured playfully and was rewarded as Minerva moved giving him better access to her neck. He nipped then placed a kiss there.
A growl rolled in her throat; she looked at him with desire and said with her deep Scottish lilt, “Let me see Albus.”
Hopefully he brought the package from his chest to show her. He grimaced at her gasp. “Albus, what will the students think?”
“Nothing my dear, just because you have a perverted mind doesn’t mean that they do.” He said this last with an indignant look. “Besides, I wasn’t planning to wear my part like that. It can go up higher, see?” He pointed to a picture.
“But what about the staff,” she began with worry.
“You are my right hand and I think this costume is appropriate and very original. And they wouldn’t dare say anything anyhow,” he raised a brow at her. He hoped she would cave, he liked the costume and he was prepared to go to any lengths for it. Again he leaned over and distracted her with his mouth below her ear. “Please, Tabby. I promise you won’t regret it. It could be fun.”
Minerva’s breath hitched in her throat and her eyes dilated. Slowly she capitulated to his request. He was right, besides they wouldn’t always be together that evening as they attended their duties. Over the years it astounded her how he could get her to do things she would never normally do for others. But, with him, it was different, she loved him.
“Oh, okay, but only if you wear it like that,” she pointed to the package again and shuddered, what was she getting herself into. Albus whooped with joy and went to pay for the costume as Minerva brought up the rear shaking her head to clear it.
Continued in next post.
I couldn't work out their costume, but it is a great idea. I bet some students figured it out. Really funny and cute 
