Pevesy

[silvertabby]

It was a cold winter day. Harry, Ron and Hermione were heading for transfiguration. They were planning a visit to Hagrid's that afternoon and abusing Snape for giving them a mountain of homework.
'I think he was angry cause you answered all his questions, Hermione!' said Ron.
'yea, that sounds like Snape-''Oh, my God!'
Hermione had darted to avoid a red, big paint ball, slipped and was clutching at his neck. Peeves was yelling and was preparing for another throw.
'Come on Potty, you look a little pale, Peevsy's going to bring some color into your cheeks! Here it comes!'
At that moment a door opened and prof. McGonagall appeared. She was looking VERY angry.
'STOP THAT RIGHT NOW, PEVSE!'
Peeves didn't listen, instead, ha changed target at top speed, deciding that red fitted McGonagall even better than Harry. Prof McGonagall dodged in time, but slipped on the paint spread allover the floor and knocked into a figure that had just appeared around a corridor. She was about to fell when he grabbed her around waist. In her shock her arms clutched around his neck.
'Professor McGonagall-' said Dumbledore obviously shocked by the woman knocking right into him.
'Albus, I-'
But her words were cut short by Peeve’s rude shout of 'NICE CATCH, HEADMASTER!'
Harry could hardly stifle a violent roar of laughter. Ron wasn't quite that successful. Their teachers were standing in a rather compromising position...

I hope you like it, and that you'll continue. If you do please
DON"T MAKE MINERVA AND ALBUS MERRIED OR TOGETHER AT THE BEGINING, THEY CAN BE IN THE END.
THANKS.

[Leaves of Green]

Minerva straightened up and smoothed out her robes.
"I am so sorry Albus, really. It was that blasted poltergeist again. He's always trying to make trouble."
"It is all right, Minerva," Albus said softly as he pulled his wand out to removing the paint, first from his college, and next from the students.
"You may enter the classroom, students." Minerva said strictly.
She turned to Albus. "I'm sorry, but I must go teach my class. Will you join me in my study after dinner?" Minerva said, and Albus nodded with approval. "Thank you for catching me, Albus."
"My dear Professor, I will always catch you, ever you fall."
And he left without a word, trying to ignore the catch in her breath at his heartfelt words.

[atsecondsight]

McGonagall cleared her throat, hoping desperately it would be enough to settle her chattering class. Rotten Kids, she grumbled. Doesn't take more than a second for the whole class to know. She cleared her throat again.
"Let's begin," she demanded, hoping that her fourth-years couldn't detect the faint tremor in her voice. Only a few words into her instructions for that day, she began to fall into the normal rhythm of her lesson. 56 years at Hogwarts had left her with the ability, occasionally, to teach without even paying attention to what she was saying. Normally she enjoyed it because it allowed her to pay attention to how her class was reacting to the information she spewed. Today, however, it was particularly helpful--as she discussed the ways turning a quill to a full raven could go wrong (mispronounce the spell and I'll be rushing you to the hospital wing--that means you, Longbottom), she allowed herself to muse over her long, slightly dysfunctional relationship with Dumbledore.