Post by The Anglophile on May 24, 2007 20:09:30 GMT -5
A/N: This is just to let you know that I'm not dead. I'm just suffocating under a massive pile of essays. Because my teachers suck.
I wasn't exactly sure where to post this, because it is based on the Beatles song Dear Prudence, but I don't use any lyrics. If it's on the wrong board, please move it.
And...uhm. I think that's it.
Except: Ha! Angst again! Ha ha!
“Minerva, can I interest you in a game of chess?
“Sorry, what did you say?” Minerva looked up from her parchment, her quill still moving furiously.
“Would you care to play chess with me?”
“I can’t I’m swamped with work.” Even as she spoke, her eyes crept back down at her paper.
“You work too much. It’s a lovely day, Minerva. Come and take a walk with me.” Albus sat down in front of her desk. Her lower lip slowly disappeared into her mouth as several silent moments passed.
“Minerva.”
“Yes?”
“As your superior, I command you to take a walk with me and get some fresh air.”
“You can’t order me to do that.”
“I can. Come on.” He got up and offered her his hand. She didn’t look up, her quill still darting back and forth across the page.
“I can’t.”
“You don’t have that much work.”
“What will people think?”
“Dear Prudence!” he exclaimed, dropping his hand.”
“People are already forming theories—”
“Oh, honestly.”
“—Which could damage both of our careers.”
“Minerva, will you please—”
“No.”
“I just want you to look at me.”
“I’m working.”
Albus sighed a little. Minerva stayed bent over her work.
“Won’t you even look at me?”
“Not if I can help it,” she said stiffly.
“Are you that embarrassed? It was only one—”
“Please go away.”
“Minerva!”
“Go!”
He looked at his feet. Finally, after another horrible minute filled with the scratching of her quill, he went to the door.
“I wish you would come for a walk with me, Minerva. It’s very lovely outside today.”
“Please, just go!” she cried, throwing down her quill and burying her face in her hands. “I can’t,” she said quietly.
“Goodbye, then,” he murmured, “dear Prudence.”
I wasn't exactly sure where to post this, because it is based on the Beatles song Dear Prudence, but I don't use any lyrics. If it's on the wrong board, please move it.
And...uhm. I think that's it.
Except: Ha! Angst again! Ha ha!
Dear Prudence
“Minerva, can I interest you in a game of chess?
“Sorry, what did you say?” Minerva looked up from her parchment, her quill still moving furiously.
“Would you care to play chess with me?”
“I can’t I’m swamped with work.” Even as she spoke, her eyes crept back down at her paper.
“You work too much. It’s a lovely day, Minerva. Come and take a walk with me.” Albus sat down in front of her desk. Her lower lip slowly disappeared into her mouth as several silent moments passed.
“Minerva.”
“Yes?”
“As your superior, I command you to take a walk with me and get some fresh air.”
“You can’t order me to do that.”
“I can. Come on.” He got up and offered her his hand. She didn’t look up, her quill still darting back and forth across the page.
“I can’t.”
“You don’t have that much work.”
“What will people think?”
“Dear Prudence!” he exclaimed, dropping his hand.”
“People are already forming theories—”
“Oh, honestly.”
“—Which could damage both of our careers.”
“Minerva, will you please—”
“No.”
“I just want you to look at me.”
“I’m working.”
Albus sighed a little. Minerva stayed bent over her work.
“Won’t you even look at me?”
“Not if I can help it,” she said stiffly.
“Are you that embarrassed? It was only one—”
“Please go away.”
“Minerva!”
“Go!”
He looked at his feet. Finally, after another horrible minute filled with the scratching of her quill, he went to the door.
“I wish you would come for a walk with me, Minerva. It’s very lovely outside today.”
“Please, just go!” she cried, throwing down her quill and burying her face in her hands. “I can’t,” she said quietly.
“Goodbye, then,” he murmured, “dear Prudence.”
. That was cute. But, I command you to write happy fluff. Go, now, and abandon this ocean of angst you are drowning in! 
