Lemon Drop

It just hit my head and i just had to write it- pls review!

He always asked them to have a lemon drop, and they would always refuse. They thought it was an odd infatuation- an obsession- something that fascinated him from a world that he did not live in and wanted to share it with his dearest. But no. That wasn't it. It never was it and no one understood the crinkle of his brow when they wouldn't accept, or the quirk of his mouth or even when he gently put a hand across his face and tried to inhale and exhale shortly… no one understood- not even Professor McGonagall, who was behind him 24/7, or Professor Snape, who was some sort of Potions genius and knew all the qualities of every single liquid existing… no one!

He heard footsteps and saw that Harry Potter had entered his room once more. He smiled and asked for what he wanted.

"Oh sir, yes, I was wondering-"

"By the way Mr Potter, please have a lemon drop!" he said cheerfully.

"No thanks, Professor."

Dumbledore sighed inwardly, when will the world get cured from bad breath? And more importantly, when will they all find out that they suffer from it?

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