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[featherxquill]

Sylvester and Tweety Minerva and Fawkes
Rating: G
Genre: Humour, drabble, no spoilers
Warnings: OMG rhyme



Fawkes trilled happily on his perch, swaying in time to his own music.

I'm a cute wittle birdie, I don't have a cage; Fawkes is my name but I don't know my age!

Footsteps, closer. One paw in front of the other. Stealth.

My owner is funny, barmy old chap! A powerful wizard, but his bird treats are crap!

Up onto the chair, then the desk. Flick the quill onto the floor.

I have monthly issues, but I'm not a girl! Burning's annoying, give it a whirl!

Whiskers twitch. Slowly forward. Perch beside the ink bottle.

I love all the staff here, they are lots of fun! Flitwick's a charmer, and that's not a pun!

Crouching down, muscles tightening, back legs pulled in...

Snape's a bit grumpy, but I really don't mind! When no one is looking, he's really quite kind!

Tale flicks, back arches, body tightens like a sping...

Don't know 'bout Minerva, twitchy old cat! Seems a bit vicious, I worry 'bout --

--WAP!

Fawkes sqawked. Blazing feathers and silver-grey fur whirled in a circle across the office.

Dumbledore opened the door in time to see it hurtling toward him. Next thing he knew, he was on his back, glasses askew, one very abashed looking tartan-clad Professor hastily tring to extricate their tangle of limbs, and a rather ruffled bird perched on his cap, warbling indignatly.

Time to employ his skill at diplomacy, apparently.

She'd moved, now, and was pinning strands of her hair back into it's bun, trying to look as though nothing had happened.

He climbed to his feet, straightening his glasses, brushing off his robes. Fawkes fluttered to his shoulder.

She picked invisible lint of her spotless robes.

"Minerva..."

A guilty look.

"Might I suggest that you avoid eating the game-bird at dinner? It seems to give you quite an appetite."