Book of one shots

Both just getting along (Dolores and Albus)

Surprise I'm lazy! This story is plot generated so it is not my plot idea i just did bits

Albus Dumbledore was thinking about Dolores Umbridge again. Dolores was a powerful perculiar woman with strong arms and neat hair.

Albus walked over to the window and reflected on his busy surroundings. He had always loved cold hogsmeade with its spilt, snotacular shops. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel happy.

Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the a powerful figure of Dolores Umbridge.

Albus gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was a chubby, cheery, butterbeer drinker with fat arms and a beard. His friends saw him as a knobbly, knowledgeable king. Once, he had even brought a fancy kitten back from the brink of death.

But not even a strong person who had once brought a fancy kitten back from the brink of death, was prepared for what Dolores had in store today.

The snow flurried like dancing dragon, making Albus lucky. Albus grabbed a magical glass that had been strewn nearby; he massaged it with his fingers.

As Albus stepped outside and Dolores came closer, he could see the sharp glint in her eye.

Dolores gazed with the affection of 5067 sweet cool cat. She said, in hushed tones, "I love you and I want to text me back."

Albus looked back, even more lucky and still fingering the magical glass. "Dolores, I love you're twisted humour," he replied.

They looked at each other with excited feelings, like two dripping, defiant dog dueling at a very kind sale, which had jazz music playing in the background and two lovely birds singing to the beat.

Suddenly, Dolores lunged forward and tried to punch Albus in the face. Quickly, Albus grabbed the magical glass and brought it down on Dolores's skull.

Dolores's trembled and her muscular frame wobbled. She looked sad, her emotions raw like a cautious, colorful chair.

Then she let out an agonising groan and collapsed onto the ground. Moments later Dolores Umbridge was dead.

Albus Dumbledore went back inside and made himself a nice drink of butterbeer.

~Harriet