Adventures of Beatrice the Basilisk

Chapter 6: A meeting of few words

A/N: SORRY GUYS! WE FORGOT TO DO THE ONOMATOPOEIA FOR CHPT 5! We went to a very dark place to write this.... stooping so low has never been this hard 🏃

Clomp, clomp...

Dumbledore paced his long feet around his office, thinking about so many things. Tonight's events raced around his mind. Especially... that last speech. Togetherness... What did it even mean? To be together? Or to be... tog ether? (His name literally has dumb in it, we dont make the rules).

The fact that a basilisk was to be attending the school, made Dumbledore's urge for gossip so very satiated. Just then, there was a rap at the door. Dumbledore was awoken from his deep thought.

Rap, rap, r a p...

"Yes?" Dumbledore called out to the person on the other side of the thick, oaken door. The interruption was very rude in his opinion. Especially at this time of night.

"May I come in?" That voice... it was raspy, husky, hunky and... Dippet's! Dumbledore quickly went to sit behind his desk and look like he was doing important work, he didn't want Headmaster Dippet to see him pondering with no direction.

"Of course erm... Headmaster."

The door swung open and Headmaster Dippet strolled in confidently. He looked the same as at dinner- so very hot.

"I hope I'm not interrupting anything Albus?"

"Never, Headmaster Dippet." Dumbledore responded sheepishly. The Headmaster put a gentle hand on his shoulder,

"Please... call me Armando."

"Of course, Armando, if you desire."

"...I insist." Armando's cool brown orbs bore into Dumbledore's soul, it was very relaxing, he felt like he could look into them forever.

"Is everything okay?" Dumbledore asked, a note of concern in his voice. Why else would Armando be visiting him at this hour of the night? (Pls don't hate on us)

"All is well Albus, all is well.... Or is it? I'm here to discuss a pressing matter." He took a pause to stand up straight and look out of the window in a very cool way, "As you know, a ~special~ student has begun attending our school," He brought his hands together, there was a smoulder in his face that made Albus cling onto every word.

"...Beatrice?" he asked tentatively.

"Beatrice. As you know, she is a basilisk," he explained, although Dumbledore already knew. He had a nose for gossip.

"Don't mansplain this to me Armando, I am aware of her... condition." Dumbledore didn't really know what to call it. Being a basilisk wasn't something that had a name.

"Albus! My apologies! Anyways-" he started pacing for dramatic effect, clasping his hands together, "I wanted to just make sure we were both on the same page regarding her stay. We took a very calculated risk letting her attend this school. And I have decided to leave it up to you to make sure that she is comfortable, and safe for the other students,"

"With you as Headmaster, Armando, I'm sure she will be in good hands." Albus's eyes twinkled.

"Oh Dumbledore, you sassy little slut. You really know the right thing to say to calm me down," He smiled, his teeth were pearly white and perfect, unlike Dumbledore's long ones. Dumbledore covered his own mouth in insecurity. He felt an odd tightness below the waist. (just disregard that guys, heehe!)

"I-i-i-... T-t-t--t-thank you, Armando." Dumbledore blushed.

"Oh- where are my manners! I didn't even offer myself something to drink," Dippet exclaimed suddenly, all conversation earlier had been forgotten in his mind. Dumbledore looked at him in confusion. Dippet moved swiftly to the cabinet near Dumbledore's desk, bent low and began to rummage through, looking for something strong to drink.

He pulled out a twisty bottle and popped it loudly,

"So Albus, any gossip amongst you silly little teachers?" He smoothly poured the liquid into a glass from a height of above his head. Dumbledore blinked a few times to hide his awe.

"Erm... yes, actually... this new teacher, Lavid Dukes, he's very... erm..."

"Go on, Albus..."

"Well... he's completely incompetent to say the least. But I-... I guess his bubble butt makes up for it,"

"Gasp! Albus, you didn't-" Dippet was scandalised,

"No Armando, I did." (take that as you will) Dippet took a swig from the glass, gulping loudly. He hadn't poured one for Dumbledore, but Albus didn't mind. "Also, Slughorn has asked yet again for a new office. He was complaining about it all afternoon. I suggest you give it to him before he asks for a raise, we know that money gets to his head,"

"For Merlin's sake! If we treated teachers like people, we wouldn't have a school to run! This place thrives off of exploiting people!" Dippet looked annoyed. "Tell him to suck my-"

"And elves!" Dumbledore's voice cracked,

"Elves-?" Dippet stopped in the middle of his monologue,

"We exploit elves too" Dumbledore explained quickly, he didn't want to think of what Dippet was going to say. It would destroy him.

"Oh, of course!... Oh well," Dippet looked crestfallen. He didn't like being interrupted, especially when it wasn't even because of something important! Dumbledore looked up to the clock above the door.

"Oh my! Look at the time! I have classes to teach tomorrow. Thanks for the chat Armando, but I'd best be off to bed,"

"Farewell dear Albus... don't let the fleas infest your beard... I had to cut mine off." He motioned towards his clean, sharp stubble. Albus blushed again. Dumbledore moved towards the door at an alarming speed, but tripped on the doorframe, after wrenching the door open too quickly. Not again~

He flailed his arms around and yelled,

"WaAa!"

"Haha!" Dippet laughed throatily, catching him effortlessly within inches of the ground. "Silly little Tumbledore," Dumbledore gasped, no... he called him Tumbledore? When Dippet said it, he didn't mind as much.

Their faces were centimetres apart, the world around them seemed to stop and blur beyond comprehension. He could feel Armando's breath, warmly caressing his face, and the heat in his face was rising. The tension between them could have been cut with a knife.

All was broken when Dippet jerkily stood up, flinging Albus out of his arms,

"No... I mustn't..." And with that, he shoved him out of the door (of Albus's own office!) and slammed it loudly.

Albus was left to his thoughts once more...

A/N: omg guys, they're so cute!!! 🥺🥺🥺😍😍😍🥰🥰🙏🙏...🧍‍♀️

Did you know: Headmaster Dippet is based on your grandfather?

I took my long bony fingers and clasped them...

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