Not another year older, simply another year wiser.
Wednesday, October 4th -- Afternoon
Dipsy the house-elf - or was it Doosey? - had been given his instructions. Now it was a matter of waiting until Minerva settled down at her desk and ordered her afternoon tea.
A mind once stretched by a new idea never regains its original dimensions.
Friday, September 8th ~ Afternoon
Minerva had listed the pros and cons of her idea and since the pros heavily outweighed the cons, decided to present her idea to Mr. Creevey.
What's the worst he can do? Say no? We'd be no worse off than we are now.
She then ordered an extra special tea from the elves and sat back to wait for her visitor.
If my arguments don't do it, perhaps a reminder of the food Hogwarts provides? To a young man without a current position...
Free room and board plus a salary in exchange for a few hours telling students about the Muggle world might make a very attractive package.
You Never Know What You'll Find With A Little Surprise Visit
Monday, January 9th ~ Late Afternoon
Minerva watched the infuriating woman leave her office. She had been severely tested to the limits of her considerable patience in dealing with Narcissa. After the door closed behind her, the quill in Minerva's hand snapped in two.
"Albus, I don't know how you managed to deal with those people all those years. I certainly haven't found a way yet. She sets my teeth on edge the moment I see her. I'm certainly glad she didn't lower herself to attend the reunion celebration."
Ohhh, a Visitor.
Sunday, December 11th * Afternoon
Being a portrait wasn't all fun and games like people thought. Sure you could go from frame to frame and visit old painted acquaintances who had been dead for decades, and stop in to nibble a bit from a fruit bowl still life when you were peckish. But where were the portraits of sweets? No bowls of lemon sherbets, no fizzing whizbees, no sugared quills.
It was rather depressing after a few years.
Albus had rather hoped that all his subtle hinting to Minerva might one day result in a tribute portrait to Honeydukes, until then... he was stuck with roasted piggies and waxy looking fruit and a lot of stuffy old wizards for company.
He had just settled down for a nap when the door to the Headmistress' office creaked open and Albus carefully slitted his eyes, pretending to still be asleep in case he needed to surprise the intruder with an alarm or something. Intrigue was good for a bit of amusement if nothing else.