Post by Kierah on Jan 1, 2006 16:34:50 GMT -5
Title: Le Fantome De L'Opera - As Performed by Hogwarts
Rating: 11+
Summary: Hogwarts' drama department decides to put on The Phantom of the Opera- and who better to play Christine than a De-Aged Minerva McGonagall?
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Chapter One
“No. I’m not doing it.”
“Minerva-”
“For Merlin’s sake, Albus, I’m seventy-three next October!”
“Severus has a decent amount of the De-Aging Potion, a special brew that keeps your mind at the same rate-”
“I will not, Albus!”
“There are no other candidates with enough talent!”
“You only heard me sing once, Albus, and that was my solo for the choir!”
Outside the door, Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, Ronald Weasley, and, oddly enough, Rolanda Hooch had their ears to the door. “Does she really sing well?” Ron whispered to Rolanda quietly.
“Yeah,” Rolanda nodded as best she could. “She only performed with the choir once, doing a solo part, and she got heaps of candies and flowers and ‘Ohmygoshyouwereawesome’ cards, so many that she quit singing entirely.”
“She’d make a lovely Christine,” whispered Hermione optimistically. “Was she pretty when she was younger?”
“Gorgeous,” assured Rolanda. “Even Tom Rid-” she cut herself off hastily.
“You mean You-Know-Who was smitten with her?” Hermione gasped.
“Shhh, not so loud!” Harry hissed. “I can’t hear! I think he’s almost gotten her to agree!”
It did, indeed, sound like it. “Merlin, Albus, if you’ll try hard enough to give me the Bambi-Eyes,” Minerva sighed, “then I suppose I’ll have to.”
Rolanda snorted. “He’s giving her the Bambi-Eyes! No one can resist those!” The three sixth-years unanimously agreed not to comment.
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Minerva McGonagall eyed the potion in distaste as the whole of the drama department looked at her expectantly. “I’ll know I’ve changed when I hear the screams,” she said to them darkly, and downed it as if she was Rolanda with a shot of firewhisky. A horrible twisting sensation rippled over her form, and she dazedly held one hand up to her eyes, seeing the wrinkles disappear to be replaced with the smooth, pale skin of her youth. She felt herself grow shorter only by a little bit, and she whirled to face the mirror behind her as the twisting stopped.
Behind her she knew that the entire room (or at least its male population) was gaping at her reflection in shock. There was no doubt in their mind that she was beautiful, with high cheekbones, a creamy complexion, and large green eyes that had seemed almost gray earlier. Her hair had lengthened considerably and had popped her pins all over the floor to ripple down her back in such dark auburn waves that they almost seemed black. As soon as she had finished studying herself, she whirled around and gave them such a fierce glare that they all shrank back in shock. “Rolanda Hooch,” she said coldly. “Kindly assist me in shutting the mouths of Mr. Potter, Mr. Weasley, Mr. Malfoy, Mr. Longbottom, and the rest of the unfortunate male population of this room.”
The mouths snapped back into place.
“And, Severus Snape,” she added, “if you are Raoul to my Christine I’ll scream.”
Severus choked while Rolanda burst out laughing. “Don’t shatter the glass in the room while you’re at it, Min,” she laughed. “Remember the time when it was Grindelwald, and you dropped your wand, and you screamed so loudly that it popped twenty eardrums because they had you pinned?”
“Did you just call me Min?” Her eyes flashed furiously.
Poppy Pomfrey blanched. “Oh, no, Ro…” Hey, that rhymes, she thought to herself mildly.
Rolanda squeaked as Minerva turned white with fury. “I surrender! I surrender!” She squealed as she felt herself shoved by an invisible force.
“The next time you do that, Rolanda Adamanthea Hooch,” Minerva raged. “I WILL MURDER YOU JUST FOR THE SATISFACTION OF RIPPING OUT YOUR VOCAL CORDS!”
“Does she do that often?” Harry asked Poppy quietly.
“Yes,” she sighed. “You’re just never around to hear it.”
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A/N: I was trying to think of a really light-hearted story to post where Minerva and Albus declare their feelings for each other, but every time I tried to come up with one, it turned to angst. When I attempted to do a songfic, I kept thinking of All I Ask of You and ended up deciding to have the Hogwarts drama department perform The Phantom of the Opera with Minerva McGonagall as Christine. Guess who's going to be Raoul! xD
Rating: 11+
Summary: Hogwarts' drama department decides to put on The Phantom of the Opera- and who better to play Christine than a De-Aged Minerva McGonagall?
-containedwithinthislinebreakisanexplosionofepicproportions-
Chapter One
“No. I’m not doing it.”
“Minerva-”
“For Merlin’s sake, Albus, I’m seventy-three next October!”
“Severus has a decent amount of the De-Aging Potion, a special brew that keeps your mind at the same rate-”
“I will not, Albus!”
“There are no other candidates with enough talent!”
“You only heard me sing once, Albus, and that was my solo for the choir!”
Outside the door, Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, Ronald Weasley, and, oddly enough, Rolanda Hooch had their ears to the door. “Does she really sing well?” Ron whispered to Rolanda quietly.
“Yeah,” Rolanda nodded as best she could. “She only performed with the choir once, doing a solo part, and she got heaps of candies and flowers and ‘Ohmygoshyouwereawesome’ cards, so many that she quit singing entirely.”
“She’d make a lovely Christine,” whispered Hermione optimistically. “Was she pretty when she was younger?”
“Gorgeous,” assured Rolanda. “Even Tom Rid-” she cut herself off hastily.
“You mean You-Know-Who was smitten with her?” Hermione gasped.
“Shhh, not so loud!” Harry hissed. “I can’t hear! I think he’s almost gotten her to agree!”
It did, indeed, sound like it. “Merlin, Albus, if you’ll try hard enough to give me the Bambi-Eyes,” Minerva sighed, “then I suppose I’ll have to.”
Rolanda snorted. “He’s giving her the Bambi-Eyes! No one can resist those!” The three sixth-years unanimously agreed not to comment.
____________________
Minerva McGonagall eyed the potion in distaste as the whole of the drama department looked at her expectantly. “I’ll know I’ve changed when I hear the screams,” she said to them darkly, and downed it as if she was Rolanda with a shot of firewhisky. A horrible twisting sensation rippled over her form, and she dazedly held one hand up to her eyes, seeing the wrinkles disappear to be replaced with the smooth, pale skin of her youth. She felt herself grow shorter only by a little bit, and she whirled to face the mirror behind her as the twisting stopped.
Behind her she knew that the entire room (or at least its male population) was gaping at her reflection in shock. There was no doubt in their mind that she was beautiful, with high cheekbones, a creamy complexion, and large green eyes that had seemed almost gray earlier. Her hair had lengthened considerably and had popped her pins all over the floor to ripple down her back in such dark auburn waves that they almost seemed black. As soon as she had finished studying herself, she whirled around and gave them such a fierce glare that they all shrank back in shock. “Rolanda Hooch,” she said coldly. “Kindly assist me in shutting the mouths of Mr. Potter, Mr. Weasley, Mr. Malfoy, Mr. Longbottom, and the rest of the unfortunate male population of this room.”
The mouths snapped back into place.
“And, Severus Snape,” she added, “if you are Raoul to my Christine I’ll scream.”
Severus choked while Rolanda burst out laughing. “Don’t shatter the glass in the room while you’re at it, Min,” she laughed. “Remember the time when it was Grindelwald, and you dropped your wand, and you screamed so loudly that it popped twenty eardrums because they had you pinned?”
“Did you just call me Min?” Her eyes flashed furiously.
Poppy Pomfrey blanched. “Oh, no, Ro…” Hey, that rhymes, she thought to herself mildly.
Rolanda squeaked as Minerva turned white with fury. “I surrender! I surrender!” She squealed as she felt herself shoved by an invisible force.
“The next time you do that, Rolanda Adamanthea Hooch,” Minerva raged. “I WILL MURDER YOU JUST FOR THE SATISFACTION OF RIPPING OUT YOUR VOCAL CORDS!”
“Does she do that often?” Harry asked Poppy quietly.
“Yes,” she sighed. “You’re just never around to hear it.”
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A/N: I was trying to think of a really light-hearted story to post where Minerva and Albus declare their feelings for each other, but every time I tried to come up with one, it turned to angst. When I attempted to do a songfic, I kept thinking of All I Ask of You and ended up deciding to have the Hogwarts drama department perform The Phantom of the Opera with Minerva McGonagall as Christine. Guess who's going to be Raoul! xD
