Victory the Sherbert Thief
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Harry Leferts
Albus tiredly walked up the stairs to his office before letting out a yawn. The gargoyle swung open as he approached and all he wanted was to relax after yet another day dealing with the Ministry. However, once he walked into his office, he knew that he wasn't going to get it as Victory jauntily waved at him with a smirk. "'Ello, Albus."
For several moments, the Headmaster looked at her with a frown and then back at his door before turning back to her with a raised eyebrow. "Should I ask how you managed to get up here?"
Tapping her chin, Victory finally just circled her finger in the air. "No."
With a sigh, Albus just shook his head in wry amusement. "I see."
Now grinning, Victory looked at him before shaking her head. "You always were a smart one."
Slowly, Albus' eyes twinkled though he raised an eyebrow as Victory's one eye also began to twinkle. In reply, the twinkle in his eye increased only for her to match. Back and forth the two went in their silent contest until finally Victory pumped a fist into the air as her eye twinkle surpassed his, much to Albus' disappointment. "That's my trick."
However, all Victory did was smile before d'awwing at him. "Aw, come on, Bumblebee. Don't pout. Besides, I'm older and more experienced then a young one like yourself." Then she hopped off the chair she was lounging on and popped a lemon sherbet into her mouth as she passed him. "Anyways, I did what I came here to do, so I'll be seeing you around."
Confused, Albus watched her go before chuckling. "Ah, Victory." He then walked over to his desk and sat down with a sigh. Reaching for his bowl of lemon sherbets, he blinked and then looked into it as a wind whistled past and his smile turned brittle. Then he began to look around as his eyes widened and he stopped after half a minute. "..."
Walking down the hall, Victory raised her hand and began to tick off on her fingers. "Five... Four... Three... Two... One..."
A shout from the office she had left caused the hallway to tremble a bit. "VICTORY!"
Softly snickering, Victory let out a sigh. "Ah... Chalk up another for me, Albie..." Then hearing the sound behind her, she began to run.
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There was a frown on McGonagall's face as she looked at the student beside her. "Mr. Weasley, I assure you, there is nothing to worry about. Albus is perfectly reasonable and will let you keep the classes that you chose next year."
Percy just shifted a bit. "I know, but I would still like to ask him to make sure. I've heard that they're going to be taking away the option and I need those OWLs and NEWTs in the future!"
Sighing, McGonagall looked toward the ceiling. "Honestly, you have nothing to worry about when you see the Headmaster." At the unsuredness in his eyes, McGonagall frowned. "Despite what some might have you believe, the Headmaster is perfectly sane-"
Before she could finish, a voice shouted out. "EXCUSE ME, COMING THROUGH!"
The two looked up in confusion to see a young woman in a strange uniform leap onto the banister and slide down it standing up. She passed them and whipped the hat off her head before waving it as Percy blinked. "What in the..."
And then the woman leapt off the banister, planted both feet on the wall, and then bounced off to the next flight of stairs, landing on the banister as she continued to make her way down. "CAREFUL YOU TWO! BUMBLEBEE IS OUT TO STING!"
Sharing a look, McGonagall and Percy both frowned as they said the same word. "Bumblebee?"
It was then that another sound made itself apparent and they looked up to see Dumbledore on what looked like an odd muggle contraption fly off the top of the stairs and into the air as he flew over their heads. Then he hit the wall and the contraption continued to speed down it as if it was horizontal. "GET BACK HERE, VICKY!"
From far down below, there was an angry shout. "DON'T CALL ME VICKY, YOU OLD BAT!"
McGonagall just stood there with her eyes closed as she heard Dumbledore shout back. "YOU'RE OLDER THEN ME! NOW STAY STILL SHERBET THIEF!"
As the sounds faded away, Percy slowly turned to McGonagall who looked like she was nursing a headache. "Um..."
However, she just held up a hand. "Correction, mostly sane. Now, I believe that you will have to wait until tomorrow, Mister Weasley. As for myself, I believe that I shall retire to my rooms for the evening." The sounds of armor crashing somewhere nearby caused her to wince and nod. "Yes... I shall do that..."
Albus tiredly walked up the stairs to his office before letting out a yawn. The gargoyle swung open as he approached and all he wanted was to relax after yet another day dealing with the Ministry. However, once he walked into his office, he knew that he wasn't going to get it as Victory jauntily waved at him with a smirk. "'Ello, Albus."
For several moments, the Headmaster looked at her with a frown and then back at his door before turning back to her with a raised eyebrow. "Should I ask how you managed to get up here?"
Tapping her chin, Victory finally just circled her finger in the air. "No."
With a sigh, Albus just shook his head in wry amusement. "I see."
Now grinning, Victory looked at him before shaking her head. "You always were a smart one."
Slowly, Albus' eyes twinkled though he raised an eyebrow as Victory's one eye also began to twinkle. In reply, the twinkle in his eye increased only for her to match. Back and forth the two went in their silent contest until finally Victory pumped a fist into the air as her eye twinkle surpassed his, much to Albus' disappointment. "That's my trick."
However, all Victory did was smile before d'awwing at him. "Aw, come on, Bumblebee. Don't pout. Besides, I'm older and more experienced then a young one like yourself." Then she hopped off the chair she was lounging on and popped a lemon sherbet into her mouth as she passed him. "Anyways, I did what I came here to do, so I'll be seeing you around."
Confused, Albus watched her go before chuckling. "Ah, Victory." He then walked over to his desk and sat down with a sigh. Reaching for his bowl of lemon sherbets, he blinked and then looked into it as a wind whistled past and his smile turned brittle. Then he began to look around as his eyes widened and he stopped after half a minute. "..."
Walking down the hall, Victory raised her hand and began to tick off on her fingers. "Five... Four... Three... Two... One..."
A shout from the office she had left caused the hallway to tremble a bit. "VICTORY!"
Softly snickering, Victory let out a sigh. "Ah... Chalk up another for me, Albie..." Then hearing the sound behind her, she began to run.
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There was a frown on McGonagall's face as she looked at the student beside her. "Mr. Weasley, I assure you, there is nothing to worry about. Albus is perfectly reasonable and will let you keep the classes that you chose next year."
Percy just shifted a bit. "I know, but I would still like to ask him to make sure. I've heard that they're going to be taking away the option and I need those OWLs and NEWTs in the future!"
Sighing, McGonagall looked toward the ceiling. "Honestly, you have nothing to worry about when you see the Headmaster." At the unsuredness in his eyes, McGonagall frowned. "Despite what some might have you believe, the Headmaster is perfectly sane-"
Before she could finish, a voice shouted out. "EXCUSE ME, COMING THROUGH!"
The two looked up in confusion to see a young woman in a strange uniform leap onto the banister and slide down it standing up. She passed them and whipped the hat off her head before waving it as Percy blinked. "What in the..."
And then the woman leapt off the banister, planted both feet on the wall, and then bounced off to the next flight of stairs, landing on the banister as she continued to make her way down. "CAREFUL YOU TWO! BUMBLEBEE IS OUT TO STING!"
Sharing a look, McGonagall and Percy both frowned as they said the same word. "Bumblebee?"
It was then that another sound made itself apparent and they looked up to see Dumbledore on what looked like an odd muggle contraption fly off the top of the stairs and into the air as he flew over their heads. Then he hit the wall and the contraption continued to speed down it as if it was horizontal. "GET BACK HERE, VICKY!"
From far down below, there was an angry shout. "DON'T CALL ME VICKY, YOU OLD BAT!"
McGonagall just stood there with her eyes closed as she heard Dumbledore shout back. "YOU'RE OLDER THEN ME! NOW STAY STILL SHERBET THIEF!"
As the sounds faded away, Percy slowly turned to McGonagall who looked like she was nursing a headache. "Um..."
However, she just held up a hand. "Correction, mostly sane. Now, I believe that you will have to wait until tomorrow, Mister Weasley. As for myself, I believe that I shall retire to my rooms for the evening." The sounds of armor crashing somewhere nearby caused her to wince and nod. "Yes... I shall do that..."