Minerva held up two letters. The one in her left hand was written on fine golden parchment in delicate cursive. The one in her right was stiff, dark, and signed with black ink. Both were sealed and stamped with the crests of schools. "They replied," she stated.
(I'm thinking to set this like, the summer before the Goblet of Fire, and the two letters are Durmstrang and Beauxbatons replying about participating in the Triwizard Tournament. Is that ok with y'all?)
//okey dokey. It is your rp, after all
(Sure.)
Dumbledore suddenly felt himself grow tired. “I suppose that’s a good thing,” he said, accepting the letters. “I just can’t shake the feeling that something is going to go very wrong.”
(Yeah, but I'm not the only person in this roleplay and I wanted to make sure that it was ok with everybody. 😊)
"Agreed," Minerva said, sitting down opposite Dumbledore. "But the students will be arriving soon, and we can't afford to give them any reason to worry that anything will go wrong. Not like last year," she added, shivering at the thought of a murderer inside Hogwarts. Even then, Sirius Black, she knew, was no murderer. It still gave her an uneasy feeling when she thought about it, so she put it out of her mind. "I sent out the letters today as well." This was to try and distract her. "All of them were received and accepted accordingly."
“Correct. I applaud you and our excellent staff. Would you like a sherbert lemon and a steaming cup of gossip, Minerva?” Dumbledore asked, a bit of the twinkle returning to his eyes. “Only one of which, of course, is not a metaphor.”
"No thank you," she politely declined the sherbert lemon (sour wasn't really her taste), but she eagerly turned a willing ear to the news. "What have you heard?"
“So, so many things. Did you hear about that boy in Hufflepuff, Dick, I think his name was, who tried to ask out Miss Chang? Oh, that was hilarious! But crushing for the poor boy, of course. He’ll soon get over it. Do you have any news?”
(Ok, I would legitimately believe that this is what Dumbledore does in his free time!)
Minerva scoffed, rolled her eyes… fought the urge to laugh, "Are you serious? That's your 'steaming cup of gossip'?"
“Yes. Quite satisfying, no? I find young love to be quite amusing.”
//same tho. Like I said, I have so so so many headcannons
(Same with McGonagall. Even writing a fanfic about her!)
"However, seriously Dumbledore," Minerva said, taking on an important tone, "What will you say to Igor and Olympe?"
“Um. ‘Welcome to our school, where magical adventures await!’ I don’t know,” Dumbledore sighed.
(What year is this? Is it when the Golden Trio are at Hogwarts?)
(Wait. I know)
"Not that," Minerva huffed, exasperated. "Will we hold the Triwizard Tournament at Hogwarts Dumbledore?"
“We shall have to,” Dumbledore said gravely. “It is the ‘middle ground’ for both other schools.”
"How will we tell the students? Just simply… announce it?"
“I suppose so. Great Hall, suppertime?”
"The students will be arriving in a week, so the start-of-term banquet would be the best place. At that time, Beauxbatons and Durmstrang should be arriving, so they can partake in the feast as well," Minerva thought aloud.
“Works for me,” Dumbledore said, popping a sherbert lemon in his mouth.
(What do you suppose Trelawney's Hogwarts house was?)
(I think she was Ravenclaw.)
(Probably.)
Minerva stood. "I'd better be going," she said.