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[undeniablestyle]

You can probably hear Dumbledore coming as he carries his cup of tea across the bar this evening. Humming an upbeat sort of tune.

You’ll have to pardon him. He has a bit of a song stuck in his head.

The Hufflepuff – Ravenclaw Quidditch match came off today, you see. And some of the students had composed a victory song for the occasion, which they had been singing with great gusto when they thought no teachers were around.

The lyrics had been appallingly off-colour. But the tune was certainly catchy.

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[lilium_evansiae]

Lily certainly didn't expect to hear the headmaster humming that.

Well, she didn't really expect to hear the headmaster humming anything, but especially not that.

"Hello, Professor Dumbledore."

[undeniablestyle]

Dumbledore pauses in his walk and smiles.

"Ah, Miss Evans! Did you attend the match?"

[lilium_evansiae]

"Of course, sir."

It's Quidditch.

Everyone attends.

Even the people who aren't dating the captains of the teams.

"It was quite the match, wasn't it, sir?"

[undeniablestyle]

"Indeed. I don't believe my ears have completely uncurled yet. I had some fears that we'd have to fish players out of the trees of the Forbidden Forest afterward."

It had been quite windy.

"It should prove to be quite the final match when the year ends."

[lilium_evansiae]

"Yes, it should," Lily agrees.

"Though I'm hoping it won't be quite so long a match.

"Nor quite so cold.

"Nor quite so windy."

One game like that is more than enough for a year.

[gorgonfondness]

The songs with appallingly off-colour lyrics are often the best. Especially when sung loudly.

Mia looks up from her paperwork at the sound of the humming and smiles.

"Professor Dumbledore," she greets, raising a hand. "It has been a considerable amount of time since our first meeting."

As her most obvious state of pregnancy can attest.

"How does the evening find you, sir?"

[undeniablestyle]

"A bit tired and cold about the ears," he replies cheerfully.

"There was a Quidditch match today. Hufflepuff vs. Ravenclaw. Six hours, and the weather was quite blustery."

"How are you, my good lady?"

[gorgonfondness]

"Nothing a nice hot tea and a properly placed compliment couldn't take care of," she says in response. "And I suppose, for my husband's sake, I should ask how it turned out in regards to Slytherin's standing."

She leans back in her chair a little, arms folding over her abdomen.

"Something that begins with e, good sir. Either enjoying my pregnancy or enduring it. It switches depending on when the child is asleep at this point."

[undeniablestyle]

"Poorly, I fear. Ravenclaw and Gryffindor will be going into the final match, both undefeated this year."

Dumbledore nods at the site of the impending (relatively soon, by the look of it) newborn.

"I have never had any sort of charge over an infant myself, but I imagine it is a bit more convenient when care can be passed over to a father, babysitter or other caregiver for a bit."

[gorgonfondness]

"I mustn't tell him, then. Even if it is a match from before his time, assuming you are still coming here from the 1970s."

Especially if Gryffindor is undefeated.

"Considerably," she agrees. "It is a joy to be expecting but also a joy for the child to be here. Though the dynamic of siblings is going to be a new one for both my husband and myself, as we were only children in our families."

[wolflord_andain]

"An interesting tune, that," the Wolflord observes dryly.

"I might almost deem it familiar were it not so . . . jaunty."

Many of the more popular songs in Fionavar are of a far more melancholy bent.

Shockingly.

[undeniablestyle]

"An original composition of some of my students," Dumbledore says, with a slightly mischievous smile.

"Quite jaunty, yes. I fear the lyrics are not for polite ears, though."

[wolflord_andain]

"I imagine my ears hardly count as polite, not least considering I have schoolroom experience as well."

One corner of his mouth twists in the beginnings of a wry smile.

"Students are the same the world over, or at least so it appears. On occasion."

[undeniablestyle]

"World and universes."

Dumbledore is firmly convinced that some things translate all planes. Love. Loyalty. The certainty that any group of adolescents will be the proverbial handful.

"You are an educator yourself, then?"

[wolflord_andain]

"I have been known to dabble."

His mouth twitches again.

"I find myself more suited to the role of tutor rather than teacher."

Individualized lesson plans are a must.

[missginnytonic]

Ginny comes in from broom practice and smiles at him.

"Hello. Sir."

[undeniablestyle]

Dumbledore looks up, and after a moment, nod politely.

She's familiar. He believes he's seen her here before.

"Good evening, Miss."

[missginnytonic]

That is possible! Or she looks like her mum quite a bit.

"How are you sir?"

[undeniablestyle]

"Very well, if a bit chilled about the ears."

He gives her a friendly smile.

"Forgive me, but are we acquainted?"

[missginnytonic]

She smiles at him then pushes her crazy wind blown hair back.

"I'm Ginny Weasley. Can I get you some Butterbeer or Tea?"

[diehard_daniel]

There is a Daniel Jackson who sneezed as the old man passed.

[undeniablestyle]

"God bless you, sir," Dumbledore says, conversationally, as he passes.

"Not taking cold, I hope?"

[diehard_daniel]

Daniel wiped his nose on a large handkerchief he had stashed in one of the pockets of his OD green BDU's.

"Allergies," he said, "Uh...Can I ask you something?"

He looked sheepish at the other man. The outfit was what threw him off.

[undeniablestyle]

Dumbledore pauses, with a pleasant smile, tea cup cradled in hand.

"You may, of course."

The type of answer he gets will depend on the question, but the man is free to ask.

[huffledpuff]

That is... that is certainly a dead headmaster. The teenaged girl in Hufflepuff robes is staring at him like she's uncertain whether to scream, cry, or hug him.