Post by gmshed on Dec 30, 2006 18:32:02 GMT -5
This is my Secret Santa gift to CrystalPhoniexEyes. (That was the name she asked for on her gift.) It's kinda...strange, but I made the deadline!
When Minerva and Xiomara staggered back to the staff room, levitating Pomona between them, the official staff party had long since fizzled out; the attendees either leaving to attend a more private celebration or going to bed.
“Oh dear, look at the time.” Minerva peered closely at the clock.
Xiomara giggled. “Have we been naughty girls and stayed out late? Your glasses are on your head, Min.”
“Oh yes.” Not even noticing the abbreviation, Minerva attempted to rescue her glasses from their perch. The amount of alcohol she had consumed had nothing to do with the fact that it took her several tries.
“There we go. That’s better. I suppose we’d better put Pomona to bed…oh.”
Both Minerva and Xiomara looked bemused as their Firewhisky-befuddled brains tried to work out why Pomona was on the floor.
“Oh well, I’m sure she’ll be alright there till the morning.” Xiomara attempted to conjure a blanket but only managed in summoning Professor Quirrell, fast asleep and wrapped in his blankets.
“He doesn’t need all of those,” she muttered, yanking a few blankets away. “He’s a wet blanket anyway.”
She banished him with a careless swipe of her wand. Quirrell was to awake the next morning in the Owlery, freezing and filthy.
“Hey, Mara. Look at who is still here.”
Carelessly dropping the blankets on top of Pomona, Xiomara staggered towards the shadows Minerva was standing in.
“Lumos.” Both witches squinted in the blinding glare of Xiomara’s wand.
“Aw, isn’t that sweet.”
“They waited up for us.”
Albus Dumbledore and Severus Snape were slumped in chairs in front of the fireplace. A half-sucked lemon drop appeared to have rolled out of Albus’ mouth as his head slumped forward and was tangled in his beard. One end of the tinsel stuck above the fireplace had come loose and was draped gracefully over Severus.
“You know, Mara, all the students are away this year.”
Xiomara caught the glint in Minerva’s eyes.
“Minerva McGonagall, that is…a brilliant idea!”
Giggling and snorting inelegantly with laughter, the witches set about implementing their fiendish plan.
Severus attempted to open his eyes. This seemed like a bad idea, but he needed his sight if he was going to navigate his way to the hangover cure potion. His eyes seemed stuck fast so that he actually had to peel his eyelids apart with his fingers. Or rather, that was what he attempted to do. He was stopped by the discovery that his hands appeared to be chained down. This made opening his eyes very easy. He also suffered abrupt nausea as he discovered he wasn’t lying down, but chained to a wall. The wall of the Great Hall. Chained to the opposite wall was Albus Dumbledore, also stirring to consciousness.
“Why are we chained to the wall? And why are you dressed like Father Christmas?” Severus bawled across the width of the Great Hall.
Albus looked down. He was indeed dressed in a complete Father Christmas outfit, complete with candy canes hanging from his belt and tied in his beard.
“Well, you look like a Christmas tree!” Albus yelled back.
Severus looked down. Dressed in Slytherin green robes that he had certainly not worn to the party, he was draped in purple tinsel and hung with silver baubles. His vision of his adornments was impaired as the fairy slipped and hung upside down in front of his eyes. It didn’t appear to be a conventional fairy. It was humanoid, but other than that bore a great resemblance to a bat, dressed as it was in his more usual black robes.
Only Xiomara would dress me as a Christmas tree and stick a model of me on my head.
Only Minerva would dress me as Father Christmas, tie candy canes in my beard and chain me to the wall of the Great Hall.
Albus took a deep breath. Severus did too.
“MIN-”
“-MARA!”
P.S. Their wives made it up to them.
When Minerva and Xiomara staggered back to the staff room, levitating Pomona between them, the official staff party had long since fizzled out; the attendees either leaving to attend a more private celebration or going to bed.
“Oh dear, look at the time.” Minerva peered closely at the clock.
Xiomara giggled. “Have we been naughty girls and stayed out late? Your glasses are on your head, Min.”
“Oh yes.” Not even noticing the abbreviation, Minerva attempted to rescue her glasses from their perch. The amount of alcohol she had consumed had nothing to do with the fact that it took her several tries.
“There we go. That’s better. I suppose we’d better put Pomona to bed…oh.”
Both Minerva and Xiomara looked bemused as their Firewhisky-befuddled brains tried to work out why Pomona was on the floor.
“Oh well, I’m sure she’ll be alright there till the morning.” Xiomara attempted to conjure a blanket but only managed in summoning Professor Quirrell, fast asleep and wrapped in his blankets.
“He doesn’t need all of those,” she muttered, yanking a few blankets away. “He’s a wet blanket anyway.”
She banished him with a careless swipe of her wand. Quirrell was to awake the next morning in the Owlery, freezing and filthy.
“Hey, Mara. Look at who is still here.”
Carelessly dropping the blankets on top of Pomona, Xiomara staggered towards the shadows Minerva was standing in.
“Lumos.” Both witches squinted in the blinding glare of Xiomara’s wand.
“Aw, isn’t that sweet.”
“They waited up for us.”
Albus Dumbledore and Severus Snape were slumped in chairs in front of the fireplace. A half-sucked lemon drop appeared to have rolled out of Albus’ mouth as his head slumped forward and was tangled in his beard. One end of the tinsel stuck above the fireplace had come loose and was draped gracefully over Severus.
“You know, Mara, all the students are away this year.”
Xiomara caught the glint in Minerva’s eyes.
“Minerva McGonagall, that is…a brilliant idea!”
Giggling and snorting inelegantly with laughter, the witches set about implementing their fiendish plan.
Severus attempted to open his eyes. This seemed like a bad idea, but he needed his sight if he was going to navigate his way to the hangover cure potion. His eyes seemed stuck fast so that he actually had to peel his eyelids apart with his fingers. Or rather, that was what he attempted to do. He was stopped by the discovery that his hands appeared to be chained down. This made opening his eyes very easy. He also suffered abrupt nausea as he discovered he wasn’t lying down, but chained to a wall. The wall of the Great Hall. Chained to the opposite wall was Albus Dumbledore, also stirring to consciousness.
“Why are we chained to the wall? And why are you dressed like Father Christmas?” Severus bawled across the width of the Great Hall.
Albus looked down. He was indeed dressed in a complete Father Christmas outfit, complete with candy canes hanging from his belt and tied in his beard.
“Well, you look like a Christmas tree!” Albus yelled back.
Severus looked down. Dressed in Slytherin green robes that he had certainly not worn to the party, he was draped in purple tinsel and hung with silver baubles. His vision of his adornments was impaired as the fairy slipped and hung upside down in front of his eyes. It didn’t appear to be a conventional fairy. It was humanoid, but other than that bore a great resemblance to a bat, dressed as it was in his more usual black robes.
Only Xiomara would dress me as a Christmas tree and stick a model of me on my head.
Only Minerva would dress me as Father Christmas, tie candy canes in my beard and chain me to the wall of the Great Hall.
Albus took a deep breath. Severus did too.
“MIN-”
“-MARA!”
P.S. Their wives made it up to them.
