Post by angharad on Dec 9, 2004 12:01:21 GMT -5
“You know, I really think I managed to shock my brother today.”
Albus Dumbledore sat in a comfortable wingback chair before a roaring fire, with a mug of steaming hot chocolate in his hands. Across from him, firmly ensconced in an identical chair, Minerva McGonagall held an equally steaming cup of tea. It was the end of a very busy Saturday at the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and the two longtime friends were enjoying some well-deserved peace and quiet in Minerva’s sitting room.
Setting her cup down on a small side table, Minerva asked, “What did you do?”
Albus shook his head. “Nothing,” he answered with a grin. “As he and I were passing Gladrags this afternoon, I noticed a lovely tartan nightgown, exactly the same shade and pattern as your dressing gown, in the window.”
Minerva nodded, remembering the nightdress in question.
“But when I pointed it out to Aberforth,” Albus went on, “he became quite indignant, asking me why I hadn’t informed him that my relationship with you had become so intimate.”
“Oh my,” Minerva chuckled. “I’m almost afraid to ask what you said next.”
Albus smiled. “I told him that, regretfully, my knowing what you wear to bed is not based on firsthand experience, but was instead gained through late-night basilisk hunts, escaped prisoner searches, and student dream invasions.” He put his mug down and sighed. “I’m not certain he believed me.”
“Albus,” Minerva spoke very softly. “‘Regretfully’?”
“I’m a man, Minerva,” came the simple reply.
“I’m very, very aware of that,” she responded, “but until this moment I had no idea that you saw me as a woman.”
“I always have,” he assured her. “But, I will admit that my awareness has increased greatly since the Muggle concert.”
“You really did like that dress, didn’t you?” She was smiling now.
“To be precise,” he corrected her, “I liked what that dress revealed. There are times when I think our usual attire conceals far too much.”
“Speaking of concealing,” Minerva remarked, “I must inform you that you really have no idea what I wear to bed.” Albus looked puzzled. “You only know what I wear when I’m dragged from my rooms in the middle of the night to attend to some emergency situation.”
“You have a point,” he conceded, then wondered, “What do you wear to bed then?”
“That knowledge can only be gained through firsthand experience…” she paused, “…if you’re interested.”
With patented twinkle firmly in place, he replied, “I believe in all sorts of education.”
Albus Dumbledore sat in a comfortable wingback chair before a roaring fire, with a mug of steaming hot chocolate in his hands. Across from him, firmly ensconced in an identical chair, Minerva McGonagall held an equally steaming cup of tea. It was the end of a very busy Saturday at the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and the two longtime friends were enjoying some well-deserved peace and quiet in Minerva’s sitting room.
Setting her cup down on a small side table, Minerva asked, “What did you do?”
Albus shook his head. “Nothing,” he answered with a grin. “As he and I were passing Gladrags this afternoon, I noticed a lovely tartan nightgown, exactly the same shade and pattern as your dressing gown, in the window.”
Minerva nodded, remembering the nightdress in question.
“But when I pointed it out to Aberforth,” Albus went on, “he became quite indignant, asking me why I hadn’t informed him that my relationship with you had become so intimate.”
“Oh my,” Minerva chuckled. “I’m almost afraid to ask what you said next.”
Albus smiled. “I told him that, regretfully, my knowing what you wear to bed is not based on firsthand experience, but was instead gained through late-night basilisk hunts, escaped prisoner searches, and student dream invasions.” He put his mug down and sighed. “I’m not certain he believed me.”
“Albus,” Minerva spoke very softly. “‘Regretfully’?”
“I’m a man, Minerva,” came the simple reply.
“I’m very, very aware of that,” she responded, “but until this moment I had no idea that you saw me as a woman.”
“I always have,” he assured her. “But, I will admit that my awareness has increased greatly since the Muggle concert.”
“You really did like that dress, didn’t you?” She was smiling now.
“To be precise,” he corrected her, “I liked what that dress revealed. There are times when I think our usual attire conceals far too much.”
“Speaking of concealing,” Minerva remarked, “I must inform you that you really have no idea what I wear to bed.” Albus looked puzzled. “You only know what I wear when I’m dragged from my rooms in the middle of the night to attend to some emergency situation.”
“You have a point,” he conceded, then wondered, “What do you wear to bed then?”
“That knowledge can only be gained through firsthand experience…” she paused, “…if you’re interested.”
With patented twinkle firmly in place, he replied, “I believe in all sorts of education.”
Thanks for sharing, it made me smile.
