Post by esoterica1693 on Nov 5, 2008 4:35:43 GMT -5
A/N:
This idea occurred to me when the challenge was posted, but I didn't want to jinx my preferred candidate by spending any time thinking about it! Setting is now; Minerva is Headmistress and Albus is still alive (think an alternate universe not unlike MMADfan's RaMverse, which I adore!).
This is somewhere in between a challenge response and a crack fic, I suppose!
No affront meant to those here who may have been hoping and working for a different outcome in a certain contest. Now it's up to all of us to work together. No House tables, etc.
The good parts all come from Jo; nothing is mine.
- - - - - - - - -
Minerva heard the insistent tapping of a very large owl at the window, and was relieved when Albus rolled away from her and climbed out of bed to retrieve its message. She drifted back down into sleep as he padded out to the sitting room.
Two hours later the bedside sconces brightened as they were charmed to do each morning. As Minerva awoke she realized that Albus was sitting on the side of the bed holding something. She put on her glasses and realized he held a tall flute filled with orange juice in each hand.
"Good morning, my dear." Albus left the glasses suspended in mid-air as he leaned down and kissed her lightly on the lips.
"Good morning, Albus. I do have to ask, why are there two glasses of orange juice floating over me?"
"These mimosas, you mean? I thought we could toast the news Kingsley sent a few hours ago."
"What news is that?"
"That his cousin is now President-elect of the United States."
"Oh my! It really happened? The Americans will have a wizard for President?" Minerva reached out and took one of the glasses in her hand.
"Yes, though they don't know it! The nastier ones among his opponents kept accusing him of being a foreigner, a socialist, a friend of terrorists, saying they didn't know who he really was. Well, they were right, they didn't know who he really is! They just are rather clueless as to what it is they don't know about him! They do know he's an historic first, but they don't fully understand just how historic!"
"Hummph....Well, so much for that odd Alaska woman's visiting pastor being able to pray away witches and such! Such muggle foolishness.
Albus, remind me how he and Kingsley are related?"
"Second cousins once removed, through each man's father's side. He's purely muggle on his mother's side."
"And Kingsley thinks highly of him?"
"Very much so. Kingsley hadn't met him until after he realized he was a wizard, after meeting some of his father's people when he visited Africa. Did a bit of research and learned that he was related to some British wizards, and looked Kingsley up. Even though he's decided to live as a muggle, he's asked Kingsley to tutor him in a few things. Kingsley had me meet with him a few times as well, and I must say I concur--the man has a lot of promise, even without using his magic. And he might really make quite a difference for the American muggles--and right now they need all the help they can get!"
"That's certainly true! Well, I still can't understand why he chooses to live as a muggle, but I suppose it's good for the Americans that he has, if it means they can benefit from his skills. To the Americans' President-elect!"
Minerva clinked her glass to Albus's. Silly wizard. Champagne at 6.30 in the morning, when it was still pitch dark outside. She certainly wouldn't want to make a habit of starting school days with champagne, but perhaps some occasions--such as the leading muggle world power being led by a wizard--and, thank Merlin!, a benevolent wizard whom she and Albus would not need to vanquish!--deserved a bit of celebration. She didn't expect it would happen so often as to become a dangerous habit.
~ ~ ~Finis~ ~ ~
This idea occurred to me when the challenge was posted, but I didn't want to jinx my preferred candidate by spending any time thinking about it! Setting is now; Minerva is Headmistress and Albus is still alive (think an alternate universe not unlike MMADfan's RaMverse, which I adore!).
This is somewhere in between a challenge response and a crack fic, I suppose!
No affront meant to those here who may have been hoping and working for a different outcome in a certain contest. Now it's up to all of us to work together. No House tables, etc.
The good parts all come from Jo; nothing is mine.
- - - - - - - - -
Minerva heard the insistent tapping of a very large owl at the window, and was relieved when Albus rolled away from her and climbed out of bed to retrieve its message. She drifted back down into sleep as he padded out to the sitting room.
Two hours later the bedside sconces brightened as they were charmed to do each morning. As Minerva awoke she realized that Albus was sitting on the side of the bed holding something. She put on her glasses and realized he held a tall flute filled with orange juice in each hand.
"Good morning, my dear." Albus left the glasses suspended in mid-air as he leaned down and kissed her lightly on the lips.
"Good morning, Albus. I do have to ask, why are there two glasses of orange juice floating over me?"
"These mimosas, you mean? I thought we could toast the news Kingsley sent a few hours ago."
"What news is that?"
"That his cousin is now President-elect of the United States."
"Oh my! It really happened? The Americans will have a wizard for President?" Minerva reached out and took one of the glasses in her hand.
"Yes, though they don't know it! The nastier ones among his opponents kept accusing him of being a foreigner, a socialist, a friend of terrorists, saying they didn't know who he really was. Well, they were right, they didn't know who he really is! They just are rather clueless as to what it is they don't know about him! They do know he's an historic first, but they don't fully understand just how historic!"
"Hummph....Well, so much for that odd Alaska woman's visiting pastor being able to pray away witches and such! Such muggle foolishness.
Albus, remind me how he and Kingsley are related?"
"Second cousins once removed, through each man's father's side. He's purely muggle on his mother's side."
"And Kingsley thinks highly of him?"
"Very much so. Kingsley hadn't met him until after he realized he was a wizard, after meeting some of his father's people when he visited Africa. Did a bit of research and learned that he was related to some British wizards, and looked Kingsley up. Even though he's decided to live as a muggle, he's asked Kingsley to tutor him in a few things. Kingsley had me meet with him a few times as well, and I must say I concur--the man has a lot of promise, even without using his magic. And he might really make quite a difference for the American muggles--and right now they need all the help they can get!"
"That's certainly true! Well, I still can't understand why he chooses to live as a muggle, but I suppose it's good for the Americans that he has, if it means they can benefit from his skills. To the Americans' President-elect!"
Minerva clinked her glass to Albus's. Silly wizard. Champagne at 6.30 in the morning, when it was still pitch dark outside. She certainly wouldn't want to make a habit of starting school days with champagne, but perhaps some occasions--such as the leading muggle world power being led by a wizard--and, thank Merlin!, a benevolent wizard whom she and Albus would not need to vanquish!--deserved a bit of celebration. She didn't expect it would happen so often as to become a dangerous habit.
~ ~ ~Finis~ ~ ~
Haha, what a nice read for today!! ;D So this is the magical thing about him ... never would have guessed.
I love the whole idea about Kingsley and Obama being related ... *squints* I can see that too! xD
Thanks for the lovely fic!
