Portraits

Writing 2

Severus Snape and Albus Dumbledore, their portraits that is, had told Minerva Mcgonagall firmly of their desperation not be stuck in an office for the rest of time, as soon as they were painted. They wanted to be close enough that they could talk, but Snape made it crystal clear he did not was Dumbledore able to natter his ear off when he was trying to sleep. Therefore Mcgonagall placed them in a lesser used corridor, which you could really only happen upon by chance, given the moving stairways, opposite each other on either side of the hall way.

She made sure they knew that when the Minister, Kingsley Shacklebolt, or other such important figures met with her, that they must be in the Headmistress' office at the time.

They agreed, somewhat happily to this arrangement, even though they had very little knowledge of what was going on outside the castle; who was marrying who, and who was considered important.

Therefore, on a particularly rainy morning, when a tall, turquoise-haired boy and a long, blonde-haired girl- who was giggling to Snape's utter disgust and aggravation- came skipping along, the two Professors were at a loss as to who the couple were. The boy didn't look a student, but then maybe it was the blue hair, and the girl was exceptionally pretty, probably a sixth or seventh year.

Snape simply hoped they go away as quickly as they'd come, but it was evident when they started kissing, that this was not the state of the matter.

" Oi!" Yelled Snape, waking up Dumbledore who immediately took great interest in the situation," You two are breaking about three school rules; no kissing randomly in the corridors, no older boys in the building, and definitely not in front of old Headmaster portraits!" Snape was very annoyed, and was only made more so when the girl clasped a hand over her mouth to stop from giggling and the boy beamed a laughing smile at him, before saying," Actually, I'm a metamorphmagus, sir, and Toire is my girlfriend. And, no offence intended at all, but I'm not sure if the Portrait rule is a actually true . . ." He ended awkwardly with a crooked grin on his face.

Dumbledore's blue eyes twinkled as he spoke," No offence taken my dears. You're a metamorphmagus? Who else in your family is? Would I know of them?" But before the boy could open his mouth, the girl he had affectionately called 'Toire', gasped audibly.

"You're Professor Albus Dumbledore!" As the portrait nodded in confirmation, the girl bobbed a little curtesy. " If you were to be specific, however, my dear, you could say I am merely a reflection on Albus Dumbledore when he was alive-"

"Oh for Merlin's sake Albus!" Roared Snape, frustratedly sitting down in the hard-wood chair so kindly painted in for him,"Every single time someone asks you that question, just say yes! They aren't going to remember a thing you say anyway; their obvious, sickly love for one another makes that clear enough. "

Dumbledore grinned at Snape's cynical statement, and looked up at the ceiling, then quickly back at the boy and raised his silvery eyebrows.

"Oh right! Sorry, sir! Um, I guess my mum was a metamorphmagus." He shifted despondently from one foot to the other, before Dumbledore spoke again, "Aaah. And, I am sorry for broaching this subject, but you said your mother was, who were your parents, my dear boy?" His kindly smile made the boy look distinctly more comfortable, " My parents were Nymphadora and Remus Lupin, my name's Teddy,"

Dumble smiled, "How wonderful; they married and had a child-"

Snape seemed to make a habit of interrupting Dumbledore that day, as he instantly covered his large ears with his clammy hands and went,"Stop! Stop!" At which Dumbledore pretend- whispered to the couple,"He has trouble understanding other people's happiness-" They seemed to enjoy winding each other up, as they bantered for quite a few minutes before Teddy intervened.

"Excuse me sirs? We're really very sorry for interrupting your, um, hallway, it won't happen again," He creased his brow in guilt.

"My dear young man, it is honestly the most enjoyable event that has happened my friend Severus and I for quite some time!" Dumbledore winked cheerfully, while Snape grumbled in his throat and frowning even more heavily.

"Severus? Are you Professor Severus Snape? The one Uncle Harry told us about? Oh, but of course, you don't know who I am talking about-" Victoire mumbled, as Snape cut her off,"Yes I am Severus Snape and your Uncle, whoever he is had no right blabbing about me to his niece!" Snape had reached a point if grumpiness, that not even Dumbledore could have predicted.

Victoire looked as if she were about to apologise, when Professor Mcgonall's magically amplified voice rang out through the halls, "Lunch break is over. Please go to your next lesson,"

Teddy's apologies mingled with his girlfriend's, as they hurried off down the corridor, kissing at the end of it before setting off in different directions.

Snape groaned, "Oh thank Merlin that is over,"

"Oh I don't know Severus, if that young fellow is the son of Remus and Nymphadora, perhaps we'll see some Weasleys over the next few years. Perhaps even some Potters,"

Dumbledore smile gleefully; death seemed to have wiped away some if his restraint. Snape threw a hand to his face, groaning even louder, Dumbledore pondering who the young lady was over the noise.

"Some stupid blonde girl, why does it matter?" Snape grumped.

Dumbledore ignored him, "What if she was a Weasley? Despite the lack of red hair, she had the freckles, and the nose," Snape simply shook his head at Dumbledore's odd ideas and sat down for a nap.