Post by silvertabby on Feb 3, 2008 14:48:32 GMT -5
Something really stupid...nothing like what I usually do. But I read this challenge and thought I'd do something new.
They were anxious, yet happy. Tonight they were meeting their daughter’s date. Everything was perfect, the food was ready, the house was clean(something rather unusual) and they were all dressed. Minerva was tapping her foot on the floor apsently and Her husband was playing with the edge of the tartan table cloth.
‘Stop that’ she snapped
Minerva felt something wasn’t gouing to be allright, but by the time the red polished nails on the hand on their door knob came in sight, they both knew something was definitely not alright. After the hand, in came a black sleve and then the actual possessor of the hand, followed by their daughter, looking dashing.
Albus Dumbledore gaped at the person infront of him, and so did Minerva, looking morfe than murderous. In their living room was standing a woman with short blond hair, the palest ash, blood red lipstick, low cut black dress and smelling of chanel 5. Oh, and the woman looked well over 50.
‘Good evening.’ Said Ivy, examining the woman.
‘Good evening’ came the woman’s reply.
‘Mum, Dad, this is Helen.’ offered Jane.
Her parents composed themselves, well her father composed himself, only after Minerva stepped on his foot, under the table clooth. The woman sat down near Jane and turned her head to give her a red liped smile. Jane grinned back. Minerva suddlenly felt very sick.
‘So...how should I call you?’ enquired ivy fighting to keep a strait face. On one hand the woman was her sister’s date, on the other hand, the woman was closer to her mother’s age than hers.
‘Helen’
‘Alright’
Her parents failed to say anything. Her mother looked sour. Her father looked transfixed. Jane looked terribly happy. And Helen…well she looked regal.
‘So …how did you two meet?’ Minerva forced herself to ask. The question had obviously contained how in the world, but her voice said it all.
‘in a restaurant…’ said Jane sensing her mother’s anger pulsate all around the room.
‘In the lady’s room. I was having a bad night…I was crying. Jane cme in and asked if there was any toilet paper left. And there wasn’t…’
Ivy masked her laughter to be a violent caugh. Minerva asked herself what had she done wrong as a mother. Albus was still staring at Helen’s cleavage.
‘And I needed to use the toilet so Helen offered to drive me to her place…’
Miknerva bit her lip tyo prevent herself from cursing out loud. Albus rose his eyes to look at his dsaughter, wondering if she was realy stupid. Ivy smirked.
‘You know, to make up for crying in all the role of toilet paper…’ said Helen, seeming to remember that night with a look of infinite bliss.
Albus and Ivy both wondered what in the world was so lovely and romantic about toilet paper…or lakc of toilet paper; Minerva was too busy trying to stop thinking what would be like to cut her vines.
‘And then…I realized I liked Helen
‘And I saw In Jane what I never saw in any girl’
‘and then..’ Jane turned a bit pink.
At this point Minerva jumped up , her hands rised.
‘Enough! I don’t need to know the details, thank you.’
Helen stared at her blankly, then realized what Minerva was doing and broak into laughter.
‘You don’t think…You can’t honestly think…That me and Jane…god''s sake, woman!’
‘But_’
Then Jane met Peter, my son who is going to bee here any time now…he’s a bit late actually.
Just then a tall young man came in, greeted everyone and pecked Jane.
‘Peter, you don’t know what you ‘ve missed! I think I had the best laugh in years…
Minerva McGonagall blushed. How could she think somethink like that- Not that she had anything against gays!
They were anxious, yet happy. Tonight they were meeting their daughter’s date. Everything was perfect, the food was ready, the house was clean(something rather unusual) and they were all dressed. Minerva was tapping her foot on the floor apsently and Her husband was playing with the edge of the tartan table cloth.
‘Stop that’ she snapped
Minerva felt something wasn’t gouing to be allright, but by the time the red polished nails on the hand on their door knob came in sight, they both knew something was definitely not alright. After the hand, in came a black sleve and then the actual possessor of the hand, followed by their daughter, looking dashing.
Albus Dumbledore gaped at the person infront of him, and so did Minerva, looking morfe than murderous. In their living room was standing a woman with short blond hair, the palest ash, blood red lipstick, low cut black dress and smelling of chanel 5. Oh, and the woman looked well over 50.
‘Good evening.’ Said Ivy, examining the woman.
‘Good evening’ came the woman’s reply.
‘Mum, Dad, this is Helen.’ offered Jane.
Her parents composed themselves, well her father composed himself, only after Minerva stepped on his foot, under the table clooth. The woman sat down near Jane and turned her head to give her a red liped smile. Jane grinned back. Minerva suddlenly felt very sick.
‘So...how should I call you?’ enquired ivy fighting to keep a strait face. On one hand the woman was her sister’s date, on the other hand, the woman was closer to her mother’s age than hers.
‘Helen’
‘Alright’
Her parents failed to say anything. Her mother looked sour. Her father looked transfixed. Jane looked terribly happy. And Helen…well she looked regal.
‘So …how did you two meet?’ Minerva forced herself to ask. The question had obviously contained how in the world, but her voice said it all.
‘in a restaurant…’ said Jane sensing her mother’s anger pulsate all around the room.
‘In the lady’s room. I was having a bad night…I was crying. Jane cme in and asked if there was any toilet paper left. And there wasn’t…’
Ivy masked her laughter to be a violent caugh. Minerva asked herself what had she done wrong as a mother. Albus was still staring at Helen’s cleavage.
‘And I needed to use the toilet so Helen offered to drive me to her place…’
Miknerva bit her lip tyo prevent herself from cursing out loud. Albus rose his eyes to look at his dsaughter, wondering if she was realy stupid. Ivy smirked.
‘You know, to make up for crying in all the role of toilet paper…’ said Helen, seeming to remember that night with a look of infinite bliss.
Albus and Ivy both wondered what in the world was so lovely and romantic about toilet paper…or lakc of toilet paper; Minerva was too busy trying to stop thinking what would be like to cut her vines.
‘And then…I realized I liked Helen
‘And I saw In Jane what I never saw in any girl’
‘and then..’ Jane turned a bit pink.
At this point Minerva jumped up , her hands rised.
‘Enough! I don’t need to know the details, thank you.’
Helen stared at her blankly, then realized what Minerva was doing and broak into laughter.
‘You don’t think…You can’t honestly think…That me and Jane…god''s sake, woman!’
‘But_’
Then Jane met Peter, my son who is going to bee here any time now…he’s a bit late actually.
Just then a tall young man came in, greeted everyone and pecked Jane.
‘Peter, you don’t know what you ‘ve missed! I think I had the best laugh in years…
Minerva McGonagall blushed. How could she think somethink like that- Not that she had anything against gays!
