Post by Asphodel on Sept 27, 2004 20:14:44 GMT -5
Hmm...first fic, new to the site, idea borrowed from Woo-Fish on ffnet. Glad to be here and...be nice! ;D
“Min, you’ve got to DO something ” Rolanda Hooch’s irritated yell as she threw open the great oak door startled Minerva from the papers she was grading.
“What is it, Ro?” Minerva asked, rising from her seat, concern in her emerald eyes. No much could annoy her fiery friend, but it appeared that something had. The fact that she had burst into Minerva’s private chambers only reenforced her belief.
“That man has taken over the entire staffroom Papers and blueprints spread everywhere Moldy pages from who knows WHAT covering every spare surface None of us can concentrate with the junk all over the place, and HE WONT LEAVE ” Rolanda sat down on Minerva’s bed, running her fingers through her spiky grey hair in distress. “Sev was helping him at first, but eventually he got too tired to see straight ”
“Helping who? Albus?” Minerva asked, pulling her thick black hair up into its customary bun with an anxious movement, preparing to trek through the halls.
“No,” Rolanda snapped sarcastically, her hawk-eyes narrowed, “Gilderoy Lockhart ”
“Now, Rolanda, you know he’s got an awful lot on his plate,” Minerva said with a sigh, pulling on her black cloak over her deep green robes. The December chill had reached every corner of the castle.
“I know that as well as you do, Min, but we’ve got papers to grade, and it’s late Why can’t he just do it in his bloody office?”
Minerva’s green eyes flashed at this. “Because, Ro, if you’ll recall, a certain Potions Master spilled a certain potion all over the floor. The entire office is currently iced-over ”
Rolanda grinned unabashedly as the two left Minerva’s room. “Yes, I do think that’s been getting on Sev’s nerves a little, hasn’t it. Especially since a certain head of Gryffindor leaked the information.”
Minerva regarded her blankly for a moment, before a small mischevious smile spread over her face. “Harry and Neville have been giving him hell.”
Rolanda rolled her eyes. “You know, Min, most people would fall over in shock if the knew just how immature you could be.” Minerva just shrugged.
“So, he’s not paying any attention to anyone, I take it?” She asked her friend after a moment.
Rolanda nodded. “Honestly, Min, I know he can be sweet, but I just don’t know how you can stand him, much less love him.”
A blush colored the transfigurations professor’s cheeks. “Hush, Ro. There may be students about.”
“Ah, that’s right,” Rolanda said with a knowing nod. “That, and you still haven’t told the old coot how you feel ”
“I will speak with him,” Minerva said stiffly, not looking at her friend. As Rolanda opened her mouth, she added, “about taking a break, thank you Rolanda.” Rolanda just grinned impishly.
“Really, Min, you know, you’re one of the bravest people I’ve ever met. It makes me at a loss for your bloody cowardess in this! Just TELL him, for the love of Merlin! Everyone but YOU seems to know he loves you too.”
Minerva shook her head. They were all terribly mislead then. “I don’t wish to discuss this again, Rolanda.”
Rolanda frowned. “Don’t you go getting all ‘stern teacher-like’ on me, Minerva McGonagall! And like it or not, we’re GOING to discuss this, untill you BLOODY TELL HIM!”
Minerva knew it was a losing battle. “Alright, ALRIGHT! I’ll...I’ll tell him,” she said finally, lying through her teeth. “Now, will you PLEASE let it drop?”
Ro scowled at her. “Liar.”
Minerva said nothing.
As they walked through the silent stone halls, however, her strict, upright posture became slumped and weary. “He’s pushing himself so hard, Ro,” she said softly. “He’s trying to do it all himself. He’s trying to fight the war single-handedly.”
Ro smiled gently, touching her friend’s elbow. “Sounds like someone else I know.” Minerva only sighed. “Look, Min, just be there for him. Help him when you can, make sure he doesn’t work himself to death, and get him the hell out of the staffroom ” She squeezed her arm. “Good luck, Minnie.”
Minerva nodded weakly as her friend disappeared behind a tapestry. Taking a deep breath, she turned the knob, and pushed the old wooden door open into the staffroom.
TBC....muahaha
“Min, you’ve got to DO something ” Rolanda Hooch’s irritated yell as she threw open the great oak door startled Minerva from the papers she was grading.
“What is it, Ro?” Minerva asked, rising from her seat, concern in her emerald eyes. No much could annoy her fiery friend, but it appeared that something had. The fact that she had burst into Minerva’s private chambers only reenforced her belief.
“That man has taken over the entire staffroom Papers and blueprints spread everywhere Moldy pages from who knows WHAT covering every spare surface None of us can concentrate with the junk all over the place, and HE WONT LEAVE ” Rolanda sat down on Minerva’s bed, running her fingers through her spiky grey hair in distress. “Sev was helping him at first, but eventually he got too tired to see straight ”
“Helping who? Albus?” Minerva asked, pulling her thick black hair up into its customary bun with an anxious movement, preparing to trek through the halls.
“No,” Rolanda snapped sarcastically, her hawk-eyes narrowed, “Gilderoy Lockhart ”
“Now, Rolanda, you know he’s got an awful lot on his plate,” Minerva said with a sigh, pulling on her black cloak over her deep green robes. The December chill had reached every corner of the castle.
“I know that as well as you do, Min, but we’ve got papers to grade, and it’s late Why can’t he just do it in his bloody office?”
Minerva’s green eyes flashed at this. “Because, Ro, if you’ll recall, a certain Potions Master spilled a certain potion all over the floor. The entire office is currently iced-over ”
Rolanda grinned unabashedly as the two left Minerva’s room. “Yes, I do think that’s been getting on Sev’s nerves a little, hasn’t it. Especially since a certain head of Gryffindor leaked the information.”
Minerva regarded her blankly for a moment, before a small mischevious smile spread over her face. “Harry and Neville have been giving him hell.”
Rolanda rolled her eyes. “You know, Min, most people would fall over in shock if the knew just how immature you could be.” Minerva just shrugged.
“So, he’s not paying any attention to anyone, I take it?” She asked her friend after a moment.
Rolanda nodded. “Honestly, Min, I know he can be sweet, but I just don’t know how you can stand him, much less love him.”
A blush colored the transfigurations professor’s cheeks. “Hush, Ro. There may be students about.”
“Ah, that’s right,” Rolanda said with a knowing nod. “That, and you still haven’t told the old coot how you feel ”
“I will speak with him,” Minerva said stiffly, not looking at her friend. As Rolanda opened her mouth, she added, “about taking a break, thank you Rolanda.” Rolanda just grinned impishly.
“Really, Min, you know, you’re one of the bravest people I’ve ever met. It makes me at a loss for your bloody cowardess in this! Just TELL him, for the love of Merlin! Everyone but YOU seems to know he loves you too.”
Minerva shook her head. They were all terribly mislead then. “I don’t wish to discuss this again, Rolanda.”
Rolanda frowned. “Don’t you go getting all ‘stern teacher-like’ on me, Minerva McGonagall! And like it or not, we’re GOING to discuss this, untill you BLOODY TELL HIM!”
Minerva knew it was a losing battle. “Alright, ALRIGHT! I’ll...I’ll tell him,” she said finally, lying through her teeth. “Now, will you PLEASE let it drop?”
Ro scowled at her. “Liar.”
Minerva said nothing.
As they walked through the silent stone halls, however, her strict, upright posture became slumped and weary. “He’s pushing himself so hard, Ro,” she said softly. “He’s trying to do it all himself. He’s trying to fight the war single-handedly.”
Ro smiled gently, touching her friend’s elbow. “Sounds like someone else I know.” Minerva only sighed. “Look, Min, just be there for him. Help him when you can, make sure he doesn’t work himself to death, and get him the hell out of the staffroom ” She squeezed her arm. “Good luck, Minnie.”
Minerva nodded weakly as her friend disappeared behind a tapestry. Taking a deep breath, she turned the knob, and pushed the old wooden door open into the staffroom.
TBC....muahaha
Here you are, then. Also...looking for a good AD/MM pic for my personal one...any suggestions?
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