Post by silvertabby on Jun 3, 2010 12:52:59 GMT -5
So, late night fownd professor Dumbledore, who had finally been explained what was wrong with what he'd done,( mostly by Slughorn and an exasperated Mrs Weasley, who was making tea at the same time), infront of the fire and lonely.
He thought of going upstairs to check on Minerva, but then, he wasn't sure she wasn't up and going to throw something at him, and then what that could be. He could've stood a shoe, or a pilow, but then what if it was a....lamp, or a dagger ore something bigger. He wasn't sure he wanted his eyes taken out.
Certain noises caught his ears though, and a few distinctive noises they were. As a teacher, his ears were trained to identify certain noises from other noises, and he sighed.Some people were definitly getting some, he thought. Ah..youth...He just hoped(mainly he knew or supposed) they weren't that young, though. He sighed again, in an old-man-in-the-middle-ofthe-night way.
He felt the wierd sensation someone's tail was tickling his nose.
A slurry good feeling got him as he felt the said possesor of the tail scratch at his best robes.
'Aw, kitty kitty, you're a good kitten aren't you? You're not angry with this foolish old man, are you? Come here.'
Then .overwelmed by emotion(at which could've added the early hours and all that whiskey) he took the cat in his arms and snuggled it, in an awquard and retard way.The cat seemed to love it though and started to purr like an old microwave. anyone witnesing that tear trigering scene would've thought the old man had finally lost it, in the end. (well, he had, but that's not the point, is it)
He thought of going upstairs to check on Minerva, but then, he wasn't sure she wasn't up and going to throw something at him, and then what that could be. He could've stood a shoe, or a pilow, but then what if it was a....lamp, or a dagger ore something bigger. He wasn't sure he wanted his eyes taken out.
Certain noises caught his ears though, and a few distinctive noises they were. As a teacher, his ears were trained to identify certain noises from other noises, and he sighed.Some people were definitly getting some, he thought. Ah..youth...He just hoped(mainly he knew or supposed) they weren't that young, though. He sighed again, in an old-man-in-the-middle-ofthe-night way.
He felt the wierd sensation someone's tail was tickling his nose.
A slurry good feeling got him as he felt the said possesor of the tail scratch at his best robes.
'Aw, kitty kitty, you're a good kitten aren't you? You're not angry with this foolish old man, are you? Come here.'
Then .overwelmed by emotion(at which could've added the early hours and all that whiskey) he took the cat in his arms and snuggled it, in an awquard and retard way.The cat seemed to love it though and started to purr like an old microwave. anyone witnesing that tear trigering scene would've thought the old man had finally lost it, in the end. (well, he had, but that's not the point, is it)
