Albus and Minerva sat on Hermione's couch, Albus staring intently at the box in front of them and Minerva alternating between rolling her eyes and sighing disgust. Hermione sat in her chair, sharing what was happening in the box and how the box works. She explained patiently to Albus,

"You see Professor Dumbledore; we want the green team to win. They are called the Green Bay Packers. The other ones, the purple ones, are the Minnesota Vikings. We want them to lose. Right now, the Vikings are trying to make a field goal. If they get the goal, it is worth 3 points and they win the game. This is the game right before the final one of the season. Watch the ball… and… THEY GOT IT! NOOOOOOOO!!!!!" Albus looked confusedly at the TV, not understanding Hermione's distress. He asked,

"Why is that bad if they got a point?" Hermione tried desperately not to roll her eyes. She caught Minerva's eye, who gave Hermione her best wickedly amazing death glare. Hermione gulped, and explained to Albus,

"Professor Dumbledore, we don't want them to win. We want the other team to win, the green guys." Albus thought this over, then responded,

"Oh. NOOOOOOOO!!!!!" Minerva finally broke her silence and shouted at Albus,

"ALBUS PERCIVAL WULFERIC BRIAN DUMBLEDORE, WHAT ON GOD'S GREEN EARTH ARE YOU SHOUTING ABOUT? YOU DON'T EVEN UNDERSTAND THE GAME!" Albus looked confusedly at her, and said in his own endearing childish confused tone,

"But the other team got a point. That's not good." Minerva through her hands up and let loose with a good decent string of Gaelic curses, following which she proceeded to call Albus a few very creative and inventive names, the nicest (and the one I am allowed to print) being "a goddamn brainless easily pleased puppy" and many more impressive ones I am not allowed to print due to language, sexual content, and of course rated-R material.

At the end of Minerva's admirable string of monologue, Albus ended up cowering in the corner, mocking her anger. Minerva threw her hands up in disgust, and stalked out, leaving a wake of anger behind her. Albus got up, his eyes twinkling in laughter at once again infuriating his bride. Hermione just shook her head, and proceeded to explain the concept of "Superbowl" to Albus. ("You mean some people watch just for the advertisements? Are there any lemon-drop ones? When does this happen? Can I watch? Can I have a lemon drop? GIVE ME A LEMON DROP!")