Post by The Anglophile on Jun 13, 2007 22:31:07 GMT -5
A/N: Hum. I think this hardly counts as humour...it gets borderline angsty toward the end. You'll never really beat it out of me. Anyway, there is a fluffy one coming soon.
“Albus?”
“Yes?” He spoke without raising his eyes from the newspaper, which he had been carefully perusing for the past quarter of an hour. She frowned and stretched her long, bony fingers before continuing.
“Can I speak to you about something?”
“Why, of course, Minerva,” he glanced up, sounding rather surprised. She noticed that his spine had stiffened. “You might have sooner, instead of sitting there drumming your fingers for fifteen minutes.”
She could tell from his twinkling eyes that he was teasing her, but Minerva couldn’t help feeling as though she had been scolded, her frown sliding slowly off her face.
“It’s about Harry Potter,” she began. Albus steeped his thin fingers and gazed patiently at her. “I saw him flying a broom this afternoon—unsupervised, of course.” She paused, almost expecting him to comment, but he merely waited. “He caught some trinket after a fifty-foot dive, I’ve never seen anything like it,” her admiration slipping into her voice. Behind his half-moon spectacles, Albus’s eyes softened and a smile flickered across his mouth. “I wondered if you might bend the rules a little so he would be allowed to play?”
Albus fixed his blue eyes intently on her sharp green ones, making her a little nervous. Minerva squirmed in her seat. He had hardly moved since she began speaking. She was about to throw one of his curious little contraptions at him to see if he had fallen asleep when he finally opened his mouth.
“I don’t see why not.”
“Brilliant. Thank you, Albus,” she smiled faintly but very sincerely and rose to go.
“Just a moment, though, please.”
She turned back. He was still twinkling at her from over his tented fingers. Her eyebrows rose expectantly.
“You’ll have to do something in return,” he told her, the corners of his mouth twitching. Minerva arched an eyebrow suspiciously.
“Well?” her eyes narrowed, flashing dangerously.
“Don’t you have any idea,” he said slowly, “what I might—want of you?”
Minerva’s nostrils quivered as she glared at him, unfazed.
“If this is your attempt at seductiveness, it fails dismally,” she told him dryly. Albus cracked, chuckling so violently that his eyes began to water.
“Oh, forgive me, Minerva, I meant a game of chess,” he said, still laughing gleefully at her assumption.
“Of course you did,” she said through gritted teeth, glaring at him for another moment before sweeping out of the room, her cheeks flushing scarlet.
Fair Exchange
“Albus?”
“Yes?” He spoke without raising his eyes from the newspaper, which he had been carefully perusing for the past quarter of an hour. She frowned and stretched her long, bony fingers before continuing.
“Can I speak to you about something?”
“Why, of course, Minerva,” he glanced up, sounding rather surprised. She noticed that his spine had stiffened. “You might have sooner, instead of sitting there drumming your fingers for fifteen minutes.”
She could tell from his twinkling eyes that he was teasing her, but Minerva couldn’t help feeling as though she had been scolded, her frown sliding slowly off her face.
“It’s about Harry Potter,” she began. Albus steeped his thin fingers and gazed patiently at her. “I saw him flying a broom this afternoon—unsupervised, of course.” She paused, almost expecting him to comment, but he merely waited. “He caught some trinket after a fifty-foot dive, I’ve never seen anything like it,” her admiration slipping into her voice. Behind his half-moon spectacles, Albus’s eyes softened and a smile flickered across his mouth. “I wondered if you might bend the rules a little so he would be allowed to play?”
Albus fixed his blue eyes intently on her sharp green ones, making her a little nervous. Minerva squirmed in her seat. He had hardly moved since she began speaking. She was about to throw one of his curious little contraptions at him to see if he had fallen asleep when he finally opened his mouth.
“I don’t see why not.”
“Brilliant. Thank you, Albus,” she smiled faintly but very sincerely and rose to go.
“Just a moment, though, please.”
She turned back. He was still twinkling at her from over his tented fingers. Her eyebrows rose expectantly.
“You’ll have to do something in return,” he told her, the corners of his mouth twitching. Minerva arched an eyebrow suspiciously.
“Well?” her eyes narrowed, flashing dangerously.
“Don’t you have any idea,” he said slowly, “what I might—want of you?”
Minerva’s nostrils quivered as she glared at him, unfazed.
“If this is your attempt at seductiveness, it fails dismally,” she told him dryly. Albus cracked, chuckling so violently that his eyes began to water.
“Oh, forgive me, Minerva, I meant a game of chess,” he said, still laughing gleefully at her assumption.
“Of course you did,” she said through gritted teeth, glaring at him for another moment before sweeping out of the room, her cheeks flushing scarlet.
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