harry potter and the philosophers stone

[mmadforever]

Albus heard in the Daily Prophet about a muggle movie called Harry Potter and the Philosophers Stone. Also that he was in it as was Hogwarts and well...everything about the wizarding world. Albus was dieing to see the movie, not only to see what happens but who plays him.

This also disturbed Minerva. Having to hear all about this movie at meals, chess games, and walks with him. Finally she got sick of it and walked into Albus' office, but not to tell him off.

"Albus, are you here?" She said poking her head through the door.

"Yes, Minerva. Please come in. What can I do for you?" He smiled as she came in and sat down in her favorite armchair.

"I need you to accompany me to the Cinema Movie Theaters. To see this Harry Potter movie."

"Minerva! You bought tickets to it! Was this just because of me?"

"Well yes and you said I'm in it. I want to see who plays me."

"Minerva your a goddess!"

"Thank-you, but it is just a little treat from a friend, and be ready tomorrow at six. The movie starts at seven thirty."

[tabbyphoenix]

'Minerva?' Albus Dumbledore called out vaguely, poking his nose into his deputy headmistress' chambers.
'Yes?' Minerva's voice rang down the chambers and she followed it, wearing her usual emerald green robes and pointed black hat. She stopped dead at the sight of Albus and her jaw dropped open comically.
'Albus Dumbledore, what are you wearing?!' she almost shrieked, jumping a foot away from him as though he was some contagious disease she might catch, all the while her green eyes scanned the man before her.
Albus looked down as if to check whether he had put on a tablecloth by accident. Lokking back up, he said mildly, 'Minerva, it's only an appropriate Muggle dress ... you might have to change though ...' he added smiling.
'Only an appropriate Muggle dress?!' she murmured faintly. 'Albus, do you have a mirror?'
Albus looked mortally offended. 'Minerva, I assure, Muggle youths dress like this these days, I shouldn't have a problem fitting in ... now, you...'
He let it hang. Minerva looked at him as though she was about to pass out.
Albus looked up himself in the mirror, smiling happily at his Muggle look- he had turned his hair completely black and braided it down his back, done the same to his beard. He was wearing a dozen chunky silver chairs around his neck, a fake earring, metallic bracelets and rings. In sharp contrast to his usual bright colours, he was wearing a black shirt with ripped of sleeves and denim jeans which were torn in places (and which Minerva strongly suspected he had stretched to fit his size). His eyes were obscured by black shades and a bandana with crossbones pulled his hair back.
'Is it 'Paint Albus Dumbledore black' day?' Minerva asked weakly.
'Min,' Albus returned indignantly. 'I assure you I researched this perfectly well ... Muggle youth-'
'For heaven sake, Albus,' Minerva snapped, regaining the initial senses after the paralysis of brain cells after seeing Albus Dumbledore in punk-style clothes. 'You are a hundred and fifty years old! Grow up!'
Albus looked miffed. 'I am older than you,' he pouted sullenly.
Minerva looked exasperated. 'Come on let's get you out of this ...'
'NO!' he protested. 'I spent three hours on this look ...' His face broke into an evil grin. 'We may be able to fix somethin similar for you...'
Minerva looked mortified as he dragged her to her bedroom.

[Katheryn Mae]

Sorry, feeling very "uncreative" at the moment.

Albus settled Minerva on the bed and pulled his wand from one of his many pockets. Minerva rose to meet his hand, "Don't even think about it Albus Dumbledore." She snapped, she flicked her own wand and was clothed in a three-quarter lengths pale baby blue t-shirt and black velvet pants. Her hair was out of its usual bun and was in a long, plait down to her waist. Summoning a small hand bag from the closet, Minerva tucked her wand and a small wallet into it.

"You're wearing that Minerva?" He frowned, as she nodded happily.

"Now let's go before I get changed into something more exotic." Minerva snapped, half-dragging Albus towards the door.

[Twisted Peppermint]

Hope ya like it...

Walking up to the theater, Minerva couldn't help but feel self-concious. The muggles around them kept giving her and Albus strange looks.

"Albus, did you really have to wear that outfit! The muggles are staring!"

"Let them stare, I came to have a good time. Besides, they're probably staring at YOU because you look absolutely captivating, my dear."

Blushing, Minerva looked away. "Just go get the tickets while I get the drinks."

"As you wish, my dear."

[mercifulheavens]

Minerva tried, rather unsuccessfully, to calm her furiously beating heart. Albus had told her she looked "captivating" and then had suggested they "share" a drink, due to current economic crisis. For some reason his logic escaped her, but the very idea of drinking out of the same cup that Albus had was more than enough to keep her mind busy.

"Minerva!" Albus said, jarring her loose from a rather exciting thought. "You have to stand up, my dear." She had fallen so deeply into her thoughts that she had not heard the previews come to an end. Hurriedly, she leapt to her feet and watched the large theater screen as the tribute to the King began.