The Burning Pen

"What Was I Thinking" Series
"#2 ~ What Was I Thinking ~ Part 2"
by Ruth Solomon

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CHAPTER 23

Disclaimer: All recognizable characters belong to JKR. All situations are mine. No $$$ is being made from this fanfic.
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Chapter 23 ~ Tsk Tsk, Albus

Albus was alone in his office, except for the sleeping portraits. His glasses lay on the desktop, and he sat, leaning back in his swivel chair, looking up at the ceiling, an unfamiliar expression on his grandfatherly face.

“Ah, to be young again,” he sighed wistfully.

Fawkes let out a squawk, her beautiful eyes focused on him accusingly. Albus swiveled to face her perch, taking in her glare. He tutted.

“Fawkes, my dear...you really need to lighten up,” Albus said, smiling at the disapproving phoenix.

Fawkes ruffled her feathers and shifted to the end of her perch sullenly.

Albus stood up and replaced his glasses on his crooked nose.

“I guess I’d better do something about this,” he said, looking down at his tented robes. He walked over to the fireplace and took a handful of floo powder. He cast it into the dying flames.

“Minerva?” he called softly.

He heard a slight rustle.

“Minerva!” he called again.

“Hmm?” came a sleepy response, then a slightly more aware, “Yes, Albus?”

“I was wondering, my dear...if...if I might come visit you?” he asked, hopefully.

There was a long silence, and then...

“You’ve been listening to them, haven’t you, Albus?”

The Headmaster felt a guilty twinge at her astute assessment of the situation.

“I couldn’t help it,” he said lamely.

There was another long silence, but then he was rewarded by a throaty chuckle from the floo.

“Very well then,” Minerva replied, humor evident in her voice, “I might as well reap some benefit from your horrible inclination to voyeurism. Come along then.”

Albus smiled broadly. He turned and looked over his glasses at the phoenix, who half lifted her wings and crooned at him. He was obviously forgiven. Again.

“Good night, Fawkes. I will see you in the morning, dear friend,” the Headmaster said, nodding at the bird.

Gathering his robes about him, he stepped through the flames.


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A/N: lol I just had to do it. Everyone thinks Albus is soooo good, fatherly and wise...let’s not forget he’s a man too.

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