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"Dumbledore?" Fudge's voice sounded desperate.
"Excuse me a moment." Albus said to his colleagues. "I have a privacy charm around the floo to insure the privacy of our meeting. Let's see what the Minister wants."
The rest of the teachers waited patiently while Dumbledore sat in a smaller chair in front of the floo, though they could not hear and see the person he was speaking with along with what Albus answered in reply.
Moody looked around, and noticed that Snape still simmered in his chair, though he looked better than when he entered the office. No doubt that the surly professor had vented his anger during his rant and now looked content. Moody's eyebrow rose up when he saw Snape take a deep breath and release a sigh.
"What's that smell?" Pomona sniffed. She was seated near Fawkes' perch and seemed curious at the source of the smoke. The other looked around, and noticed that the room was slightly hazy from the smoke. They hadn't noticed it before because they were all concentrating on the meeting except for Moody.
"It's coming from the phoenix's perch." Moody replied, and took out his wand. "I'll vanish it if you want."
"No, it's really pleasant." Pomona smiled. "It's an herb I've never smelled before."
"It's probably another of the Headmaster's strange ways of relaxing, and Fawkes must have accidentally ignited it." Minerva said. She drained the last of her tea and let out a small burp. "Pardon me."
"It's alright Minerva." Flitwick giggled. The diminutive professor took a deep breath himself and exhaled loudly. "Marvelous. This smoke is not at all unpleasant, vastly different from tobacco leaves."
"Though it's a bit stingy in the eyes." Madam Pomfrey observed as the haze around the room grew thicker. Beside her, the astronomy professor was humming a tune in her corner between sips of her tea while Snape was mumbling something that sounded like snivellus.
"Sissy." The potions professor sneered and closed his eyes again, relishing the relaxed atmosphere. "I wonder if the Headmaster can give me a sample of his herbs. I can develop a potion that maybe more effective than the calming draught, judging by the effects of the smoke."
"I'll help you Severus. This can revolutionize the treatment for patients!" Pomfrey gushed.
Moody frowned as he looked at bottom of his canister. It had been filled with whiskey during the start of the meeting and he did not drink the tea that was offered at the table. The veteran auror shrugged and continued to tap his artificial leg on the floor, his thoughts suddenly on the next lesson he would teach his promising apprentice. The image of Nymphadora Tonks and her familiar caused him to grin, he enjoyed the little training sessions he had with both witch and feline.
"Say Minnie..." Moody said, unaware or perhaps he didn't care of the looks that the other professor gave him. "Being a cat animagus and all, how sharp are a cat's senses?"
"Why do you ask?" Minerva asked. She had removed her glasses and was now holding what looked like gin in her hands. Moody wasn't the only one who a secret flask, she just hid hers better.
"I have this auror trainee, Nymphadora Tonks. Really promising lass." Moody answered. "She has a really strong connection with her cat familiar. I was wondering if such a bond can be used out in the field."
"I remember her." Minerva smiled. "A bit clumsy, but excellent in transfiguration. What was the question again?"
"I... forgot." Moody massaged his temples while the others save Snape, laughed.
"Shite."
*****o0o*****
Marseilles, France
Harry Potter's eyes suddenly snapped open, startling Fleur who was watching her younger sister pile more sand on top of Harry, only leaving his head and feet to stick out. Gabrielle didn't notice, and continued to gather more sand into her bucket before she happily dumped it on her favorite playmate.
"What is it?" Fleur asked.
"I don't know." Harry tried to remove his hand buried under a pile of sand, but stopped at Gabrielle's protest. "I feel like I'm missing something very pleasant to watch."
"Harry, sometimes, you're really weird."
"What do you mean?" Harry asked. Gabrielle came back and started to put shells she picked on the beach over Harry's sand entombed form, grinning from ear to ear.
"What could be more pleasant than this?" Fleur, in her bikini swept her arm around, and Harry looked at the wide expanse of beach, with Fleur's cousins playing in the surf. Apolline, a vision of perfection in Harry's opinion in her attire, chased her husband with her arms on her chest since Julian had snatched her top while she was tanning.
"You're right." Harry grinned. The young thief closed his eyes and drifted back to sleep.
*****o0o*****
July 31, Marseilles, France
"How long do you think will he keep this up?"
Harry shrugged and glanced back at Fleur's cousins who were playing around with a fairly large black dog on the surf. The dog chased after the scantily clad veela, its tongue hanging halfway from its mouth.
"WOOF!"
"Your godfather's absolutely shameless." Fleur sniffed.
"Knowing Sirius, he'd keep this up for weeks if he could." Remus added. The three were inside the main house, keeping a close eye on the infamous Sirius Black through the window. Innocent or not, Julian was not sure about the man's state of mind and was adamant that someone keep an eye out for the escaped prisoner of Azkaban.
Sirius' animagus form was spotted earlier that morning. He on his back on the beach, enjoying a belly rub from one of Fleur's cousins who decided to go for an early swim. He sniffed Harry a few times when the boy headed to the beach, and laid down on all fours and tail wagging to gain his godson's attention. He was obviously eager for Harry to pet him, but the young wizard was not a fan of dogs in general and ignored his antics.
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