Post by Alyssa on Aug 24, 2004 8:14:48 GMT -5
A Blonde Hair Tragedy
By A. Bornhorst
***
Minerva thought of the memory fondly with hilarity and laughter, now that it was a couple years past. It was something almost brought on by stupidity and yet it was somewhat sweet and it made her blush and yet wince with embarrassment.
It all started one day during Harry Potter’s first year and Minerva was a little more strict, a little more old, and in the words of her colleagues a little more prudish. Her black hair in a bun in the back of her head with spectacles was her continued trademark look over the past twenty-five years. She was proud of her look.
“Oh come on Minnie have a sherry,” Madam Pomfrey said to her.
“Oh, I don’t think so. You know I’m not one for alcohol.”
“Come on Minnie! Lighten up!” Serena Sinistra said to her.
It was a staff party and Minerva never particularly enjoyed them. The only reason she went was because her mentor and all time hero, Albus Dumbledore, went. He too was enjoying a sherry and telling Professor Flitwick a joke.
Minerva wished she could be as free as Dumbledore and instead she found herself stiff and yet even though she was respected and well liked she was considered part of the “old” set to the new young set like Serena Sinistra.
“Alright I suppose I might as well have one,” Minerva finally said.
“Good Minerva! Glad to see you finally have joined us,” Albus laughed.
“Thank you Albus,” Minerva responded.
The sherry tasted sweet in her throat and she found herself asking for more and even more. Minerva felt like she was spinning in circles and was waiting for herself to fall down.
“You know what would make you look younger Minnie?” Serena slurred as she stumbled toward Minerva.
“What would?” Minerva chuckled.
“Blonde hair---you’d look gorgeous.”
“Are you serious?”
“Of course I am. Blonde is definitely the color for you.”
In her drunken daze Minerva thought it could be a good idea.
“How am I going to do that?”
“I have some muggle hair dye I use for my own hair. Of course it’s naturally blonde but this gives it the extra boost.”
Minerva and Serena stumbled and laughed their way to Serena’s quarters in the castle.
“Here we are!” Serena said in a sing song voice, “Now let me find it.”
She produced a box that said “Goldie’s Golden Hair” and said,
“Let’s get to work.”
***
The next morning Minerva woke up with a massive headache and remembered she had to teach today and hurried and took a shower. As she got out and took a look in the mirror, she screamed.
“What did I do last night?” she wailed.
It was rough, frizzy, and dray and her bun looked very frazzled. It looked unnatural next to her dark complexion and black eyebrows and sharp green eyes.
“Oh my god,” she whispered.
Minerva made her way to the Great Hall where as she walked in a hushed silence started for a split second and everyone started talking again.
“Minnie---grea’ hair,” Hagrid chuckled.
She sat down at the chair next to Dumbledore with her nerves getting to her.
“Did someone party too hard last night?” Dumbledore asked as he smiled politely.
Minerva sighed.
“I suppose so, Albus.”
“We all have our moments,” he chuckled quietly.
Minerva smiled.
“I just hope this muggle blonde doesn’t last long.”
“Oh Minerva!” Serena called out.
“Oh god, here comes Serena.”
***
It was three days later and Minerva was sick and tired of the embarrassment when Draco Malfoy came up to her.
“Erm… Proffessor?”
“Yes, Malfoy,” Minerva snapped.
“I, uh, made this for you.”
The class snickered as Draco held up a hat made of colored paper and tin foil.
“Thank you Malfoy, but what is it?”
“It’s a hat for your hair.”
And at this Draco burst into laughter with the rest of the class right along with him. Minerva stood up.
“I am Minerva McGonagal and you, Draco Malfoy, have detention.”
“Aw, but Professor…”
“And twenty points from Slytherin. Sit down Malfoy before I triple it.”
He sat down glaring at her insolently.
***
At the end of the day Albus stopped in and chuckled as he picked up Malfoy’s crude hat from the trash.
“What’s this?”
“Malfoy gave me a hat for my hair. God, Albus, this day has been so embarrassing.” Minerva said, near tears.
Albus placed the hat a top of her head and said,
“Minerva you’ve got to learn to laugh. It was simply a mistake. I remember when I was rather tipsy one time and me and Madam Rosmerta—“
“Whatever it is I do not want to know Albus.”
“Your hair is nothing black hair dye can’t fix and then you’ll be back to beautiful you.”
“You really think I’m beautiful?”
“Albus winked at her.
“Of course I do Minerva.”
With that he leaned over and kissed her the lips. When they stopped Dumbledore grabbed her gently by the shoulders and said,
“Now Minerva before this goes any further we must get you some black hair dye.
Finally Minerva laughed.
“Alright Albus, alright.”
By A. Bornhorst
***
Minerva thought of the memory fondly with hilarity and laughter, now that it was a couple years past. It was something almost brought on by stupidity and yet it was somewhat sweet and it made her blush and yet wince with embarrassment.
It all started one day during Harry Potter’s first year and Minerva was a little more strict, a little more old, and in the words of her colleagues a little more prudish. Her black hair in a bun in the back of her head with spectacles was her continued trademark look over the past twenty-five years. She was proud of her look.
“Oh come on Minnie have a sherry,” Madam Pomfrey said to her.
“Oh, I don’t think so. You know I’m not one for alcohol.”
“Come on Minnie! Lighten up!” Serena Sinistra said to her.
It was a staff party and Minerva never particularly enjoyed them. The only reason she went was because her mentor and all time hero, Albus Dumbledore, went. He too was enjoying a sherry and telling Professor Flitwick a joke.
Minerva wished she could be as free as Dumbledore and instead she found herself stiff and yet even though she was respected and well liked she was considered part of the “old” set to the new young set like Serena Sinistra.
“Alright I suppose I might as well have one,” Minerva finally said.
“Good Minerva! Glad to see you finally have joined us,” Albus laughed.
“Thank you Albus,” Minerva responded.
The sherry tasted sweet in her throat and she found herself asking for more and even more. Minerva felt like she was spinning in circles and was waiting for herself to fall down.
“You know what would make you look younger Minnie?” Serena slurred as she stumbled toward Minerva.
“What would?” Minerva chuckled.
“Blonde hair---you’d look gorgeous.”
“Are you serious?”
“Of course I am. Blonde is definitely the color for you.”
In her drunken daze Minerva thought it could be a good idea.
“How am I going to do that?”
“I have some muggle hair dye I use for my own hair. Of course it’s naturally blonde but this gives it the extra boost.”
Minerva and Serena stumbled and laughed their way to Serena’s quarters in the castle.
“Here we are!” Serena said in a sing song voice, “Now let me find it.”
She produced a box that said “Goldie’s Golden Hair” and said,
“Let’s get to work.”
***
The next morning Minerva woke up with a massive headache and remembered she had to teach today and hurried and took a shower. As she got out and took a look in the mirror, she screamed.
“What did I do last night?” she wailed.
It was rough, frizzy, and dray and her bun looked very frazzled. It looked unnatural next to her dark complexion and black eyebrows and sharp green eyes.
“Oh my god,” she whispered.
Minerva made her way to the Great Hall where as she walked in a hushed silence started for a split second and everyone started talking again.
“Minnie---grea’ hair,” Hagrid chuckled.
She sat down at the chair next to Dumbledore with her nerves getting to her.
“Did someone party too hard last night?” Dumbledore asked as he smiled politely.
Minerva sighed.
“I suppose so, Albus.”
“We all have our moments,” he chuckled quietly.
Minerva smiled.
“I just hope this muggle blonde doesn’t last long.”
“Oh Minerva!” Serena called out.
“Oh god, here comes Serena.”
***
It was three days later and Minerva was sick and tired of the embarrassment when Draco Malfoy came up to her.
“Erm… Proffessor?”
“Yes, Malfoy,” Minerva snapped.
“I, uh, made this for you.”
The class snickered as Draco held up a hat made of colored paper and tin foil.
“Thank you Malfoy, but what is it?”
“It’s a hat for your hair.”
And at this Draco burst into laughter with the rest of the class right along with him. Minerva stood up.
“I am Minerva McGonagal and you, Draco Malfoy, have detention.”
“Aw, but Professor…”
“And twenty points from Slytherin. Sit down Malfoy before I triple it.”
He sat down glaring at her insolently.
***
At the end of the day Albus stopped in and chuckled as he picked up Malfoy’s crude hat from the trash.
“What’s this?”
“Malfoy gave me a hat for my hair. God, Albus, this day has been so embarrassing.” Minerva said, near tears.
Albus placed the hat a top of her head and said,
“Minerva you’ve got to learn to laugh. It was simply a mistake. I remember when I was rather tipsy one time and me and Madam Rosmerta—“
“Whatever it is I do not want to know Albus.”
“Your hair is nothing black hair dye can’t fix and then you’ll be back to beautiful you.”
“You really think I’m beautiful?”
“Albus winked at her.
“Of course I do Minerva.”
With that he leaned over and kissed her the lips. When they stopped Dumbledore grabbed her gently by the shoulders and said,
“Now Minerva before this goes any further we must get you some black hair dye.
Finally Minerva laughed.
“Alright Albus, alright.”
loved it
