Between Two Brothers

[Alesia]

It is good to see the number of Dumbledores has now been cleared up. The dress comment was excellent.

[QuillofMinerva]

A/n: I know it’s taken me an age to update this story so I will apologise, things have taken an unexpected route in this story so what I had originally planned has gone out of the window. This chapter hasn't been beta read so sorry in advance for any missed mistakes.So here is the next chapter and I would be grateful if you took the time to review after reading it but no pressure!

Chapter Seven: Do you like girls?

It was the day after Albus’ run in with the witch you had captured him and he was making his way up the stony path that led to his family home. It was time for his monthly visit to see his mother and once again he wasn’t looking forward to barrage of questions that he was likely to face as soon as he stepped through the front door. Her questions and the way that they drove him up the wall was why he only visited her monthly, he couldn’t handle the quick fire questions about his personal life or the lack of it. There were times when he would have rather been interrogated by Grindelwald’s followers than his mother.

The path was long and winding, the grass boarding the path was overgrown and that told him that Aberforth wasn’t keeping an eye on the place as much as he told Albus he was. Albus walked along the path as his own pace, he was in no hurry this morning and the walk was helping him think. He was sure that he had made a break through with the witch in the book shop, he was sure that he had seen her smile and that was enough to think that he was beginning to get into her good books.

“Thank the great Merlin, you’re here!” came a voice from in front “Mother has been firing questions at me for a solid hour now!”

Albus looked up and saw his brother, Aberforth stood on the stone steps holding one of his beloved goats on a long lead. The goat was nibbling away on the grass, not aware of anything else going on around it. Albus noticed that he brother was certainly looking ruffled and he couldn’t help but smile at the thought of their mother grilling his younger brother, it was about time she inflicted that on Aberforth.

“Smile all you want brother,” continued Aberforth “your turn is next and I shall enjoy watching you squirm!”

“Nice to see that you still enjoy seeing me suffer!” replied Albus with a smile. “Why has she been grilling you when that is usually reserved for me?”

“She wants to know about my lady friend,” answered Aberforth “and wants me to bring her to tea.”

“I was under the assumption that you hadn’t got to that stage yet!” said Albus as he reached his brother.

Aberforth moved uncomfortably from foot to foot before speaking again.

“I might have elaborated to mother!” he answered.

Albus chuckled and shook his head; Aberforth’s imagination had always landed him in trouble. He had always added a few details here and there and left other details out when telling people things, he usually got found out as well but that never stopped Aberforth when he told he next tale.

“Can you believe,” Aberforth continued “she suggested that I get rid of my goats so I could keep the girl! She has no idea how important my girls are to me and my research.”

“Can I ask what your research is?” asked Albus, who had never really known what his brother was up to even though he had bailed him out on many an occasion.

“If I told you, I would have to kill you,” answered Aberforth with a grin “and you know how I am with a wand!”

“On second thoughts, don’t tell me!” added Albus who had been on the receiving end of a few of Aberforth’s wand malfunctions “Well lead me to Mother!”

The two brothers walked into the brightly coloured entrance hall for Dumbledore Manor, it had been decorated by their father shortly before his death ten years earlier and had now become a shrine to him and his eccentric ways. Orange and lime green wallpaper hung on the walls and deep red curtains hung at the huge windows, on the walls there were dozens or portraits and muggle artefacts that had been collected over the years. Covering the dark polished oak floorboards were an arrangement of brightly patterned rugs, ranging in different designs and colours. Even Albus found the hallway slightly too much and often felt a headache coming on if he spent too much time in the entrance hall.

They made their way along the corridor till they reached a large door with a golden phoenix doorknob on it. Aberforth pushed the door open and waited for Albus to walk in first, Albus had expected his younger brother to follow him but when he heard the door shut quickly after him, he knew that he was facing his mothers questioning alone.

“Ah my boy!” came a well mannered voice from near the window

Genevieve Dumbledore was sat in a high backed wing chair that had been placed in front of the large bay window that dominated the room, the view from the window was breathtaking because you could see the lake that ran through the estate and the rolling hills in the distance. Genevieve Dumbledore was reaching her hundredth and tenth birthday and didn’t look a day past fifty, she had curly red hair with a hint of grey running through it, her eyes were a dark blue with green flecks that were always more pronounced when she had been crying.

“It is good to see you,” she continued “its been far too long you know, you must try to come more often. I will have to write to that boss of yours to tell him that he must give you more time off, he works you far to hard.”

“Mother,” answered Albus “don’t write anymore letters on my behalf to Armando, he had enough to deal with at the moment. I am here now.”

Albus didn’t want his friend and employer to receive a howler from his mother demanding that he give him more time off because it was Albus who chose when he visited his mother, Albus did love his mother dearly but a little of her went along away. He went to sit down in a near by chair and as he was about it sit down and get comfortable, his mother prevented him from doing so.

“Not there,” she said, “I can’t see you!”

Albus moved along into the next chair that was directly opposite her and sat down, he remained silent as he felt her looking at him.

“You have lost weight,” she observed “do you they not feed you enough up at the school of yours?”

“They feed us like kings Mother!” answered Albus

“Clearly like poor kings,” she added with a disgruntled sigh “I’ll have to talk to that Dippet fellow!”

Albus rolled his eyes and hoped that she didn’t see, he had only been there a matter of minutes and she had already threatened to contact Armando twice and he knew his friend wouldn’t be happy about that. He had been eating well at Hogwarts, everything he loved was served up at meal times and he picked at his sweet supply through out the day. He wasn’t being neglected at all but his mother had always felt differently, she felt that the only place her sons were not neglected was when they were at home.

“Have you heard that your brother has a new friend,” she said with an excited giggle “a girl no less. He says she is a real beauty and that she has stolen his heart, he is bringing her around for tea soon. You must be here when she comes, she might have a sister.”

“Mother!” warned Albus

“What Albie?” she asked innocently “I just want to see my boys happy! Is that too much to ask for?”

“No mother,” he answered “but you can't rush these things!”

“Well you certainly aren’t,” she retorted “don’t you like girls?”

Albus looked at his mother, she was looking at him seriously with her hands in her lap. He had to admit that she had surprised him with that question, he hadn’t seen that one coming and he was usually good at judging what was next to come out of her mouth.

“Mother,” he answered, “you know perfectly well that I like women, I am just a busy man who hasn’t met that special person yet.”

“That is another reason of why I need to talk to your boss,” she cut in “You need time to meet potential suitors!”

Albus sighed, she never let him finish what he was saying and it always drove him up the wall. If she had continued to listen and not jumped in and threatening to send Armando a third letter then she would probably be a happy woman.

“Mother,” he began again “I am working on it!”

“What?” she questioned “Getting more time off work?”

“I have met someone who I would like to get to know better” he explained “we didn’t exactly get off on the right footing but I am hoping to bring her around!”

Genevieve lent forward in her chair and looked intently at her eldest son, she was she dreaming. For years now she had been waiting for years for her sons to introduce lady friends to her, she has been aware that they did have a few over the years but they never brought them to see her which hurt her deeply and now today, they had both come to her and told them of potential daughter in laws.

“What did you do?” she asked softly.

“Knocked her off her feet but not in the good way!” he answered, fully ashamed of his actions.

“Oh I despair!” cried Genevieve as she threw her hands up in the air “Albus, that is not the way to meet girls, have you never listened to me!”

Albus looked down at his feet, his mother had always had the power of him to make feel five years old again. His was a grown man with his own life, his own money and his own way of doing things but when it came to his mother, she chose to ignore all that and took it upon herself to run his life. He often argued with her about it but then she would get all tearful and Albus would feel the need to apologise.

“ABERFORTH MAXIMILLIUS DAVID NEWTON DUMBLEDORE!” she called out suddenly.

The door opened a few minutes later and Aberforth popped his head around the door, he looked like he had been caught with his fingers in the cookie jar.

“Come and sit with your brother!” she ordered “I need to talk you about girls!”

TO BE CONTINUED!

[Orion's Guard]

Lol. THE TALK!

A nice chapter to wake up to on the first day of classes (insert the most amount of sad faces ever).

[Alesia]

Okay Mom Dumbledore is just hell on wheels, isn't she? This "talk" is going to very funny considering Albus is about 100 in this timeframe.

[Miss Q]

I have to say that, so far, I like Mother Dumbledore!!! ;D I am looking forward to the next chapter and the talk! I hope it's not THE TALK.... but if it is ;D ;D ;D ;D Please do go on writing!!!

M

[Jessabelle]

A talk about girls! Lol .. too funny! Can't wait to see what happens next. Please don't wait so long to update again .. I hate waiting. Sorry for my impatience! Great work, I can't wait for more of it!

[angeldust]

oh dear not 'the talk!' hehe i can just imagine Albus sitting at a table having a lecture about woman from his mum hehe

[TheGryffindorSeeker]

lol the talk ....*rolls over laughing*...poor Dumbledore brother's . Great fic can't wait for the update!

[ginger newts]

I was right, this was a lovely treat at the end of the day. Mother Dumbledore is too funny, but then...she's not my mother. haha Those poor men, can't wait to see what she comes up with next.

[Hogwarts Duo]

Uh Oh! This outta be very interesting...their mother giving them dating advice...tee hee. Poor Albus and Aberforth...no wonder they don't visit more often. ^_^

[QuillofMinerva]

A/n: Huge big thank you’s to everyone that took the time to review the last chapter, you comments always make me smile and I am glad that most of you took a liking to Mother Dumbledore. I feel very sorry for the boys in this chapter, as I am sure you will as well. This chapter hasnt been beta read so once again, I'll say sorry for the simple mistakes I missed when I read through it.

Chapter Eight: The Talk!

Albus looked at his brothers horrified face and couldn’t help but think that the same look was etched over his own face. How old did their mother think they were? They certainly didn’t need a talk about the birds and the bees when they were old enough to know all about it and even know more than their mother. It had been embarrassing enough when their father had sat them down many years ago when they were teenagers and explained the changed they were going to go through and what was expected of them. Their father had been brief and straight to the point, it had left the boys with a few unanswered questions which soon got answered when they went back to school and mixed with their friends who had discovered girls that summer.

“Mother,” began Albus “I don’t think that this is necessary!”

“Nonsense,” she scolded “I don’t know what your late father told you but knocking young ladies over and telling them about goats is not acceptable.”

“We both know that,” continued Albus “don’t we Abe!”

Aberforth nodded his head; he wanted to be anywhere but here and was glad that Albus was trying to get them out of having their mother talk to them. Albus had been hoping for more back up from his brother but looking out the corner of his eye, Albus knew from the dazed expression he had on his face that he would be no help what so ever.

“It is obvious to me that you don’t!” countered Genevieve Dumbledore “I had such high hopes for you both and here I am, grandchild less. You need a helping hand and this is when mothers come in and take over the reins. You might be embarrassed but I don’t care, I am not having my sons making fools of themselves!”

Albus knew that his mother wanted grandchildren; she had been on at him about them since he had turned thirty. She deemed that thirty was the ideal age to settle down and think about starting a family, that what she had done with their father and that was what she expected from her sons. Albus was fast approaching the age of hundred and Aberforth was not far behind him, there was not a grandchild in sight which he knew upset her greatly.

Albus did want his own children but he wanted them with someone he truly loved and adored, he knew that his mother and father had settled for another and that was not something he wanted to do. Aberforth had never expressed the wish to have children, as far as he was concerned goats were better company and much less work so Albus had felt most of the pressure had been on him to have children and settle down. The only trouble was his work; he was deputy headmaster and transfiguration professor at Hogwarts and was also fighting against the dark magic that was threatening to take over their word. He wasn’t sure that he could pay enough attention to the witch who shared his life and would he be able to protect her from his enemies and his day job at the school, didn’t give him a chance to go out and mix with potential love interests. He hadn’t really be bothered before, there were times when he felt lonely but he had leaned to deal with that by talking to Fawkes and finding things to fill up his life. It was only yesterday when he had bumped into that witch and already she had turned his world upside down, he didn’t even know her name or where she came from and that made the situation he found himself in, insane. He was usually a sensible man, slightly eccentric but had his head screwed on tightly unlike his brother who had a few loose screws.

“Albus,” he heard his mother say, “Are you listening to me?”

“What were you saying mother?” he asked, he sat back in his chair and resigned himself to the fact that he would be here for a very long time.

“You need to listen to a woman Albus,” she told him “if you have any hope in understanding how we work. What in name of Merlin, made you think that knocking that poor woman over would have a positive effect”

“I didn’t knock her over so she would notice me,” he defended himself “it was an accident and I think it was as much her fault as it was mine!”

Albus heard his brother snigger beside him and Albus’ found himself clutching his wand in his right hand, preparing to hex him if he made a joke at his expense.

“Tell me,” she begged “that you were at least gentlemanly towards her afterwards!”

“I was the perfect gentleman,” he replied, “though according to her, I wasn’t!”

Genevieve Dumbledore looked at her eldest son and shook her head; she couldn’t believe that someone would find her son anything less than gentlemanly. She had always been convinced that he was quite a catch and had told all her friends so; the fact that all her friends’ sons were married with children now was slightly uncomfortable for her. Though she had proudly showed off his picture as the second most eligible bachelor in a recent addition of The Daily Prophet.

“Tell me,” she asked “what makes you think you can win her over?”

“She gave me a book!” he answered, “I am also sure I made her smile, though she would deny it.”

Genevieve smiled and nodded her head, she knew exactly what this witch was up to and she would have to coach her son on how to get his witch.

“She is playing hard to get,” revealed Genevieve “wants to make you work for her affection!”

Albus frowned, he didn’t have the heart to tell his mother that she was wrong and that the witch he knew was not playing hard to get. From what he could tell, the pretty dark haired witch was annoyed with him and thought him to be rather arrogant. He was planning to show her that he was not arrogant at all, he was going to try and get into her good books and see where it got him.

“You need to ignore her,” explained Genevieve who was clearly in her element “make her think that you are not interested in her and she will come running!”

“Mother,” began Albus “I don’t think that will work!”

“Trust me,” she replied, “I am your mother and a woman, and I know these things! Once you have her attention, you can charm her. Wine and dine her, flash her that famous smile and she will be yours.”

Albus expected that his unnamed witch wouldn’t really care if he ignored her or not, she would probably be relieved or think him rude and that was not something he wanted her to think of him as. Albus knew that the infamous Dumbledore smile wouldn’t work either; it would probably earn him a few hexes.

“You will then pop the question,” continued Genevieve, who seemed to be in her own little world “she will say yes and then you will marry which brings me around to the wedding night!”

“MOTHER!” warned Albus and Aberforth in unison.

“We don’t need you go any further!” continued Albus “We are grateful but we don’t need to hear it.”

“No need to be embarrassed Albus,” she said looking at him “your first time when be nerve wracking, all hurried and neither of you knowing really what to do!”

‘Oh Merlin!’ thought Albus to himself, this conversation could not be happening. Any moment, he would be woken up by the soft trill of his phoenix and realised that it had been a dream. When no soft trilling came, Albus had to finally accept that he was not dreaming and that he had turned an exceptional shade of red. He couldn’t inform his mother that he felt sure he knew what he was when it came to wedding night because he had been practicing, that would destroy her as much as if he had told her, he didn’t like women.

“I remember your father,” she continued “his hands were all over the place.”

“On that note,” said Albus standing up “I need to be heading back, work calls.”

“Oh bye my darling,” said Genevieve standing up and hugging him “remember what I told you, ignore and it will all fall into place.”

Albus politely nodded and hugged his mother back, he saw Aberforth stand up and make for the door.

“Aberforth,” said their mother, “where do you think you are going?”

“I need to feed the goats!” came his mumbled reply

“I don’t think so,” she said as she pointed to the chair he had been sitting in “sit, I haven’t even started on you yet. Goats!”

Albus chuckled to himself as he left his brother to the mercy of his mother and made his way back to the mountains of paper work on his desk at Hogwarts that awaited his return.

To Be Continued….

[Herzele]

*lol* Poor Albus, poor Aberforth ... Great chapter !! Very funny ...

[TheGryffindorSeeker]

awww...poor Albus. GReat chapter can't wait for more

[TartanPhoenix]

Ohh..that was just wrong!! Those poor boys. Great chapter.

[angeldust]

haha!!!!! That was brilliant, poor pair ;D

[tayryn]

oh, that was so cruel of Albus to leave Aberforth at their mother's mercy like that.

[Jaya]

POOR ALBUS!!! Having his mother try to talk to him about sex! and ABerforth... oh heavens!!!

I laughed... I cried... I laughed some more!!!

Looking forward to the next installment!

[Sensiblyquirky]

You beat me to reviewing the last chapter! I loved both of them, and those poor boys. What a mother...

Update soon,

Christy

[Alesia]

Some might say Albus was evil to leave Aberforth to his mother alone but in situations like that its every man for himself! I love the line about not needing to know what to do on the wedding because he had been practicing. You made me snort wine up my nose.

Excellent!

[ginger newts]

I haven't laughed this hard at a fic in a while. She brought up the wedding night, poor Albus and Aberforth. Update soon.

[JKMcGonagall]

There are some things you just do not want to know about your parents, and how they spent their wedding night is one of them. How embaressing for Albus and Abe. I don't blame Albus for getting out of there as soon as he could. Poor Abe, though.

Love it and am looking forward to the next chapter.

Kay

[Miss Q]

;D ;D ;D Soooooo funny!!!!!! And I like Mother Dumbledore even more, but she seems to be a little.... well let's not walk down that road. But you were right, I did feel sorry for the to brothers! Poor things having to sit through that. Can't help but wonder what Aberforth will do to his brother due to the fact that he left....

Keep on writing, because I think this story is absolutely fantasticly (is there such a word?) funny!!!

M

[Jessabelle]

oh that was absolutely excellent ....... hilarious talk! cant wait to see wut happens next .... lol

[Kimberly]

Just wanted you to know how much I'm enjoying this story. Kim

[QuillofMinerva]

A/n: I am sorry it’s taken what seems like ages for me to update, I have been trying to figure out where I want this story to go. It has changed slightly from what I had envisaged when I started it so please bare with me. Many thanks to everyone who reviewed the last chapter, I really appreciate it and now on to the next chapter, enjoy!

Chapter Nine: Insufferable

Grace Windmill stared out of the cottage window; she was looking down the pebbled path that led from the gate to the cottage front door. She had been waiting by the window for the last half an hour and she was beginning to worry; her best friend and housemate should have been back from Hogsmeade an hour ago. It was so unlike Minerva to be late for anything, it wasn’t in her nature to be late and with all the recent attacks, Grace was sick with worry.

They had dinner reservations at the local restaurant, Grace had arranged this because she needed to tell Minerva that she had decided to go back to Ireland next year and would be selling the cottage they shared. Grace had known Minerva since her days at Hogwarts; they had gone straight into Auror training after graduating but Grace had found it difficult to keep up with Minerva and her fellow classmates so she had left Auror training. Grace now had a job at St Mungo’s as the receptionist but she wasn’t finding it very fulfilling, a job had come up in Ireland and Grace had jumped at the chance to return home and see more of her family as well as a new job.

Grace looked over at the mantle clock and tapped her foot impatiently; they were going to miss their dinner reservations if Minerva didn’t appear in the next few minutes. Though deep down Grace didn’t give two hoots about the reservations, she was worried about her friend’s safety. Minerva was well known in the wizarding world for her skills as an auror and that had made her target on several times, she could hold her own in battle but if she had been caught of guard, Graced dreaded to think what might happen. Grace knew that Minerva was rather sensible and was always on the look out, Grace assumed this was down to the fact that Alastor Moody had made them recite constant vigilance over and over again till it was imprinted on their brains.

Grace glanced out the window once more, the sky was grey and it looked like rain was on the way. A flash of green caught Grace’s observant eye and she breathed a sigh of relief when she saw her best friend watching up the path with a thoughtful expression on her face. Grace hurried to the front door and opened it; she looked at her friend and crossed her arms.

“Where have you been?” asked Grace sternly, though she was over the moon to see that her friend was alive and well.

“Hogsmeade,” answered Minerva “you knew that!”

“Have you forgotten about dinner?” questioned Grace as she watched Minerva walk past her and into the warm kitchen.

“Dinner!” said Minerva absent mindedly as she placed her shopping on the large, dark oak kitchen table.
Grace looked at her friend with surprise; she had never known Minerva to be forgetful. She looked closely and noticed that her friend had a glazed expression on her face, the type of look that Grace always got when she had just met the man of her dreams. Grace knew that a man couldn’t be the reason for her friend’s vacant expression because Minerva had always told her that she had no time for men when she was busy fighting a war.

“Yes dinner,” said Grace “we had reservations!”

“Oh Merlin,” replied Minerva as the sudden realisation hit her “I am so sorry Gracie, I ran into a few hiccups in town and that held me up!”

Grace looked at Minerva expectantly and was dismayed when Minerva decided to unpack her shopping instead of telling her what had happened in town. Grace had known that Minerva had arranged to meet up with Alastor Moody in town to discuss something and that Minerva was looking for a certain book, she could not fathom out what could have gone wrong.

“Do you think we have missed our reservation?” asked Minerva

“Yes!” answered Grace with a sigh “They have the policy that if you are more than ten minutes late, they give your table away!”

“Oh blast,” cursed Minerva “I am so sorry Gracie, let me make it up to you. I’ll cook us up a right treat tonight.”

Minerva began to dash around the kitchen, opening all the cupboards and pulling items out and placing them on the kitchen table. Grace watched with amusement as he friend hurried around the kitchen with her out door cloak on.

“Minerva,” said Grace “why don’t you take your cloak off and sit down. I will make us a cup of tea and you can tell me why we missed our dinner reservations.”

Minerva smiled at her friend and did as she was told; she slipped off her cloak and levitated it over the muggle coat and hat stand before sitting down and sighing to herself. Grace set about making tea for the both of them and found some ginger newts for them to dunk into their tea as they talked.

“Men are insufferable!” began Minerva

“What Moody do this time?” asked Grace, it was known that Alastor at times could drive people up the wall with his goings on.

“Surprisingly,” replied Minerva with a grin “I am not talking about him!”

Grace looked over her shoulder at Minerva and wondered whom she was talking about.

“Oh you didn’t bump into Claus did you,” she asked, Claus Montague had taken a shine to Minerva a few months and had been sending flowers ever since as well as trying to fix up a date with her.

Minerva shuddered at the mere mention for Claus’ name, she couldn’t stand the man and they way he thought that money could buy him anything, including her affections. She had got Grace to answer the door when ever he knocked and tell him that she was at the ministry working late, he had fallen for it a few times but then Minerva had sneezed once and her cover had been blown.

“No, thank Merlin,” said Minerva with a smile “but I was knocked to the floor by a childish pillar of society, then his brother began following me and when I finally thought I had some peace and quiet, there he was in the bookshop!”

“The brother? Grace asked as she poured the hot water into the two cups, she liked to make tea the muggle way because it tasted better.

“Not the brother,” snapped Minerva “aren’t you listening?”

“Calm down lioness,” replied Grace as she set the cup down in front of Minerva and handed her the plate of ginger newts “I am confused. Slow down and tell me again!”

Grace was one of the only people who could get away with reprimanding Minerva, if it was anyone else, they would have been hexed severely. Grace reached for a ginger newt and dunked it in her tea before eating it while Minerva looked at her with a raised eyebrow.

“Albus I am the saviour Dumbledore was coming out of Honeydukes with bags of sweets and knocked me to the floor because he wasn’t looking where he was going,” began Minerva again as she wrapped her hands around her cup of tea.

“Oh I would have been so happy to have him do that to me!” Grace answered with a dreamy expression.

“You would, you go all unnecessary for anything with a pulse” said Minerva with a smile “Getting back to my story, I found him to be arrogant and rude. I didn’t want to spend any more time in his company so I walked away and then I see someone following me, it looked like him except for different robes. I lost my temper with and warned him to stop however, I am in the bookshop and he only walks in!”

Grace looked at her friend, she was still confused and she was sure that Minerva had mentioned a brother somewhere along the lines at first. She had left her biscuit in her tea for too long and as she went to bite into it, it dropped off and landed in her tea.

“So where does the brother thing come into it?” asked Grace as she banished her tea to the nearby sink.

“Well it turns out that it wasn’t him who had been following me but his brother!” explained Minerva.

“Why was he doing that?” asked Grace.

“How in the name of Merlin, do I know?” replied Minerva irritably.

“Oh,” said Grace with a shrug “what happened in the bookshop?”

“He wanted the book I had,” explained Minerva before sipping her tea “so I gave it to him.”

Grace eyed her friend curiously; she hadn’t expected that from how she had been ranting about him before. Usually Minerva would have kept the book out of spite if someone had upset her. She was beginning to think that there was something more, something she wasn’t being told. She watched as Minerva got up from her chair and made her way over to the sink, something silver caught her eye.

“Is that a new dress?” asked Grace

“Pardon?” questioned Minerva as she turned around.

“Was that the dress you were wearing when you left this morning?” asked Grace, she was sure that Minerva had been wearing a plain black dress when she had left that morning and now there were silver swirls just to the side, above the knee.

“Of course it is Gracie!” replied Minerva with confusion.

“Those swirls weren’t there this morning” pointed out Grace.

“Oh,” said Minerva with a blush and coy smile “Albus did that for me, quite a good job isn’t it!”

“Oh is Albus now,” teased Grace “I knew there was more to this story!”

“Shut up Grace,” warned Minerva “I am going to take a bath and then start on dinner!”

Grace smiled to herself as she was watched Minerva sweep away, she had obviously hit on something to make Minerva blush as she had and she couldn’t wait to find out some more from her friend.

TO BE CONTINUED!

[tayryn]

whee!!

Minerva has SO got the hots for Albus already! hee!

wonderful update! i love girl talk!

i look forward to more!

[TartanPhoenix]

hehe this was perfect! I loved how riled up Minerva got, and then it was Albus again when Grace mentioned the dress. Can't wait for the next update.

[Sensiblyquirky]

I really liked this chapter! I thought Grace was a nice additional character, and I loved how Minerva got all coy.

Christy

[TheGryffindorSeeker]

great chapter cant wait for more

[Jaya]

Wow is Minerva ever discombobulated!!!!!!

Cute chapter...