Post by TabbyMin on Apr 17, 2005 14:49:12 GMT -5
Stunned and Attracted - Challenge 27
I’m not to good at this but here’s my ten cents.
Minerva McGonagall sat down in her private rooms at Hogwarts just as the students began to make their long way up to the castle for another year at the magic school. She wrapped her arms around her legs and pulled her knees to her chest. The windowsill, half a hexagon, was walled with glass in her study. It was one of the most gorgeous rooms in all the castle. When she was first promoted to Transfigurations Mistress, the castle wanted to do something special for her. The last time Hogwarts gave her a gift was on her wedding. Her wedding gift was a secret passage that not even the headmaster knew of at the time. It went to her husband’s quarters, Albus Dumbledore’s quarters. They married in her fifth year with no spare time because of Grindelwald. It was simple. She loved him and he adored her and since then, they have been married fifty-six years. But this past year had been ruff on all of Hogwarts and not just these two. Sirius had been killed, the battle began again, Harry was decently upset with Albus, Dolores Umbrige, (Umbitch as some of the students came to call her), Albus had been ‘removed of his position’ at Hogwarts but that was all over, and the stunner attack. Yes that was most unfortunate as the ministry put it. ‘Unfortunate my royal Scottish ASS!’ Minerva thought, ‘I have scars to prove how unfortunate that can be.’ But yes, it did more than scar her, it killed her on the inside. Ruined her pride, her faith that she could protect her school, and more than that too.
There was a knock at her door and as it opened her husband came through. She didn’t even look up when he came in. And then he put a hand on her shoulder. Minerva jumped to the feeling.
‘Don’t touch me.’ she said in a silent whisper.
‘Why, Minerva? Why can I not touch my wife? Do I not have your love anymore? Minerva, answer me this once.’
‘You have always had my love and will continue to do so. I- I just need some time. I am not strong enough to hold the weight of your hand upon my shoulder.’
‘When will you be ready Minerva? When? I have waited for forever and I will wait for forever, but I need to know when. Can you tell me that? You are beautiful. You are truly. Can you not see that? I have always been attracted to you.’ There was a short silence. ‘Can you tell me when you will be ready? Anything?’
‘No.’ There was a pause and then…
‘Then I will see you at the ceremony Professor McGonagall.’ he stated as he left. His last word tore through her worse than the stunners and harmed her even more than that. She got up off her pillows and went to her mirror. She looked at her reflection and couldn’t seem to find herself. She picked up her silver brush and combed her hair.
Look at me,
You may think you see who I really am
but you'll never know me
everyday, its as if i play a part
Her hair was brushed and she put it up in a bun. Minerva became that stern, cold-hearted woman she promised herself she would never be.
Now i see, if I wear a mask
I can fool the world
But I cannot fool my heart
Minerva glanced at her outer robes hanging up before she put them on. The last piece was in place as she looked at herself in the mirror, she was Professor in ever aspect.
Who is that girl I see,
Staring straight back at me.
When will my reflection show
Who I am inside.
Minerva continued her way down the corridor to the Great hall now filled with students. This time she bypassed it and went straight to the first years outside. She was later than usual, a first.
I am now,
in a world where I have to hide my heart,
and what I believe in.
But somehow I will show the world,
whats inside my heart,
and be loved for who I am.
She hated herself. She hated how she looked. She hated being the same every year. She did it just the same as the sorting began.
Who is that girl I see,
staring straight back at me.
Why is my reflection someone I dont know,
must I pretend that i'm, someone else for all time,
when will my reflection show who I am inside.
Professor McGonagall led the students in and placed the hat on each of their heads. She put the hat and the chair in Professor Dumbledore’s office. But just as she was about to walk away, the hat spoke,
‘And you would leave without telling me goodbye, Professor?’
‘Today…yes.’
‘But I have something to tell you my dear Miss McGonagall.’ The hat said mysteriously.
‘Aye, and what would that be hat.’ She spoke with annoyance.
‘Be a little kinder Miss McGonagall. Not all hats can put up with such a young boisterous student as you.’
‘I am a professor not a student hat.’
‘But we all have something to learn now don’t we. Learn to love again Miss McGonagall. There is always someone who loves you and they can’t just keep waiting. By the way, Miss McGonagall, you look stunning.’ Then she left.
There's a heart that must be free to fly,
That burns with the need to know the reason why.
She walked into the Great hall, sat down, and looked at her plate.
Why must we all conceal,
what we think,
how we feel.
Must there be a secret me i'm forced to hide.
I won't pretend that i'm,
someone else for all time.
When will my reflection show,
Who I am inside.
When will my reflection show,
Who I am inside.
She then unpinned her hair from her bun and spoke those simple words,
‘Touch me’
‘What?’ Albus said utterly confused by the last sentence.
‘Touch me Albus. I am ready.’ She looked at him. He looked at her. Then there lips meet in a sweet kiss as the whole hall erupted in cheers and ‘about time’s. Minerva laid her head upon his before he whispered,
‘So did you have a good chat with the sorting hat?’
‘That was you? You set me up!’
‘But it got you back didn’t it, my beautiful.’
I’m not to good at this but here’s my ten cents.
Minerva McGonagall sat down in her private rooms at Hogwarts just as the students began to make their long way up to the castle for another year at the magic school. She wrapped her arms around her legs and pulled her knees to her chest. The windowsill, half a hexagon, was walled with glass in her study. It was one of the most gorgeous rooms in all the castle. When she was first promoted to Transfigurations Mistress, the castle wanted to do something special for her. The last time Hogwarts gave her a gift was on her wedding. Her wedding gift was a secret passage that not even the headmaster knew of at the time. It went to her husband’s quarters, Albus Dumbledore’s quarters. They married in her fifth year with no spare time because of Grindelwald. It was simple. She loved him and he adored her and since then, they have been married fifty-six years. But this past year had been ruff on all of Hogwarts and not just these two. Sirius had been killed, the battle began again, Harry was decently upset with Albus, Dolores Umbrige, (Umbitch as some of the students came to call her), Albus had been ‘removed of his position’ at Hogwarts but that was all over, and the stunner attack. Yes that was most unfortunate as the ministry put it. ‘Unfortunate my royal Scottish ASS!’ Minerva thought, ‘I have scars to prove how unfortunate that can be.’ But yes, it did more than scar her, it killed her on the inside. Ruined her pride, her faith that she could protect her school, and more than that too.
There was a knock at her door and as it opened her husband came through. She didn’t even look up when he came in. And then he put a hand on her shoulder. Minerva jumped to the feeling.
‘Don’t touch me.’ she said in a silent whisper.
‘Why, Minerva? Why can I not touch my wife? Do I not have your love anymore? Minerva, answer me this once.’
‘You have always had my love and will continue to do so. I- I just need some time. I am not strong enough to hold the weight of your hand upon my shoulder.’
‘When will you be ready Minerva? When? I have waited for forever and I will wait for forever, but I need to know when. Can you tell me that? You are beautiful. You are truly. Can you not see that? I have always been attracted to you.’ There was a short silence. ‘Can you tell me when you will be ready? Anything?’
‘No.’ There was a pause and then…
‘Then I will see you at the ceremony Professor McGonagall.’ he stated as he left. His last word tore through her worse than the stunners and harmed her even more than that. She got up off her pillows and went to her mirror. She looked at her reflection and couldn’t seem to find herself. She picked up her silver brush and combed her hair.
Look at me,
You may think you see who I really am
but you'll never know me
everyday, its as if i play a part
Her hair was brushed and she put it up in a bun. Minerva became that stern, cold-hearted woman she promised herself she would never be.
Now i see, if I wear a mask
I can fool the world
But I cannot fool my heart
Minerva glanced at her outer robes hanging up before she put them on. The last piece was in place as she looked at herself in the mirror, she was Professor in ever aspect.
Who is that girl I see,
Staring straight back at me.
When will my reflection show
Who I am inside.
Minerva continued her way down the corridor to the Great hall now filled with students. This time she bypassed it and went straight to the first years outside. She was later than usual, a first.
I am now,
in a world where I have to hide my heart,
and what I believe in.
But somehow I will show the world,
whats inside my heart,
and be loved for who I am.
She hated herself. She hated how she looked. She hated being the same every year. She did it just the same as the sorting began.
Who is that girl I see,
staring straight back at me.
Why is my reflection someone I dont know,
must I pretend that i'm, someone else for all time,
when will my reflection show who I am inside.
Professor McGonagall led the students in and placed the hat on each of their heads. She put the hat and the chair in Professor Dumbledore’s office. But just as she was about to walk away, the hat spoke,
‘And you would leave without telling me goodbye, Professor?’
‘Today…yes.’
‘But I have something to tell you my dear Miss McGonagall.’ The hat said mysteriously.
‘Aye, and what would that be hat.’ She spoke with annoyance.
‘Be a little kinder Miss McGonagall. Not all hats can put up with such a young boisterous student as you.’
‘I am a professor not a student hat.’
‘But we all have something to learn now don’t we. Learn to love again Miss McGonagall. There is always someone who loves you and they can’t just keep waiting. By the way, Miss McGonagall, you look stunning.’ Then she left.
There's a heart that must be free to fly,
That burns with the need to know the reason why.
She walked into the Great hall, sat down, and looked at her plate.
Why must we all conceal,
what we think,
how we feel.
Must there be a secret me i'm forced to hide.
I won't pretend that i'm,
someone else for all time.
When will my reflection show,
Who I am inside.
When will my reflection show,
Who I am inside.
She then unpinned her hair from her bun and spoke those simple words,
‘Touch me’
‘What?’ Albus said utterly confused by the last sentence.
‘Touch me Albus. I am ready.’ She looked at him. He looked at her. Then there lips meet in a sweet kiss as the whole hall erupted in cheers and ‘about time’s. Minerva laid her head upon his before he whispered,
‘So did you have a good chat with the sorting hat?’
‘That was you? You set me up!’
‘But it got you back didn’t it, my beautiful.’
Karmin
albus was certainly very sweet though. Kacie
