Post by morethanacrush on Jun 29, 2007 12:24:36 GMT -5
Minerva angrily snapped her eyes open as roar of laughter filled the bedroom she owned just off of the Gryffindor tower. With a frustrated growl, she yanked her duvet off of her body, and stepped out of her bed. A hand rested on her hand before she could completely leave the bed, and she turned, her anger evident in her eyes. Albus mumbled after seeing that there would be no swaying her from her choice to make a visit to the Gryffindor common room, “Be nice to them, they’re only celebrating.”
He promptly sunk his head back into his pillow.
Minerva’s scowl deepened. He had just finished yelling at her house for interrupting them. But of course, that was only when he knew that he was going to get sex from her. She slammed her bedroom door, very annoyed that it was getting closer to two in the morning and they still had not quieted down. She stepped out of the portrait, thoughts of her robe in the back of her mind.
She was proud that her team had won against Slytherin for the Quidditch cup too, she really was. But these three am celebrations of every victory they took from Slytherin were getting very annoying, and Minerva was not about to be sleep deprived from it. She stomped her bare feet on the stone up to the portrait, and it swung open to her, after she revealed the password. She came through the small tunnel, and placed her hands on her hips.
As soon as one Gryffindor noticed their head of house standing in the room, they all noticed, and one by one they quieted down under Minerva’s angry glare.
“I am just as happy as you are about this victory. I also have no problem with you staying up late to celebrate it. But I will not be kept away from your racket. The headmaster has come in here already tonight to warn you of your behavior, and graciously let you keep your party going. I, am not.” She snatched a balloon from the air in front of her. “I want you all to bed at once, and in the morning, after breakfast, I want you all here to clean this mess up. And believe me, I will know if you skipped out on cleaning this up.”
Knowing that her charges would go to bed as soon as she left, she turned around, and exited from the portrait. As soon as they hear her portrait door slam close, a small fourth year spoke up over the still silence that had fallen over the Gryffindors.
“Did anyone else notice she was wearing Professor Dumbledore’s nightshirt?”
He promptly sunk his head back into his pillow.
Minerva’s scowl deepened. He had just finished yelling at her house for interrupting them. But of course, that was only when he knew that he was going to get sex from her. She slammed her bedroom door, very annoyed that it was getting closer to two in the morning and they still had not quieted down. She stepped out of the portrait, thoughts of her robe in the back of her mind.
She was proud that her team had won against Slytherin for the Quidditch cup too, she really was. But these three am celebrations of every victory they took from Slytherin were getting very annoying, and Minerva was not about to be sleep deprived from it. She stomped her bare feet on the stone up to the portrait, and it swung open to her, after she revealed the password. She came through the small tunnel, and placed her hands on her hips.
As soon as one Gryffindor noticed their head of house standing in the room, they all noticed, and one by one they quieted down under Minerva’s angry glare.
“I am just as happy as you are about this victory. I also have no problem with you staying up late to celebrate it. But I will not be kept away from your racket. The headmaster has come in here already tonight to warn you of your behavior, and graciously let you keep your party going. I, am not.” She snatched a balloon from the air in front of her. “I want you all to bed at once, and in the morning, after breakfast, I want you all here to clean this mess up. And believe me, I will know if you skipped out on cleaning this up.”
Knowing that her charges would go to bed as soon as she left, she turned around, and exited from the portrait. As soon as they hear her portrait door slam close, a small fourth year spoke up over the still silence that had fallen over the Gryffindors.
“Did anyone else notice she was wearing Professor Dumbledore’s nightshirt?”
lol! Brilliant. 
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