Post by Nerweniel on Jul 29, 2004 10:22:12 GMT -5
Prologue
To the green apple, who got the plot wrong but was helpful nonetheless ;D!
To the green apple, who got the plot wrong but was helpful nonetheless ;D!
A/N: This story is based on the movie "Sliding Doors" and will thus tell two different "lives" for Minerva. I don't own "Sliding Doors"... blah blah, you know
.“Come on, Min, a little faster!” Rolanda Hooch laughed, sticking out her tongue as her friend opened her mouth to reply.
Minerva McGonagall was stumbling meters behind her running friend- she was obviously the less sporty of the two- and the more quick-tempered.
“Rolanda- Hooch… I’ll kill- you for this!”
All of her usual authority had left her voice, though, and the other young woman merely giggled and shook her head. She had short silvery blonde hair and two very big, blue, laughing eyes.
“Then you’ll have to catch me first, my dear friend!”
So the other woman shook her long, black braid and struggled on, panting as if she could drop dead every minute. Her green eyes kept flashing occasionally, though, and soft, muttered curses were heard under her breath.
Minutes later, the two, young women- the first somewhat sooner than the second- finally reached their “goal”- two fine brooms, parked neatly next to each other just outside the wizarding village of Hogsmeade.
Rolanda had of course already arrived as Minerva, eventually, sank down on the grass, leaning he back against the bark of a tree. After a few minutes of rapidly-breathing silence, she raised her eyebrows in what her friend recognized a a dangerous manner.
“Never. Ever. Call. Me. Min. Again.” she then uttered, in the most commanding tone she could muster between panted breaths.
“And if you ever do that to me again, I’ll hex you until you cannot move those legs for three months!”
It was a threat- and, being spoken by Minerva McGonagall, a serious threat too.
But Rolanda just smiled and patted her friend’s arched back.
“My god, Minnie, you just needed some exercise! You look terribly pale and weak, darling!”
Minerva narrowed her eyes as she, slowly, got to her feet again and with trembling hands grabbed her old broom.
“Don’t call me Minnie or darling, I was born pale and I am not weak.” she matter-of-factly answered each of her friend’s remarks in turn, shaking her head.
“By the way, you may be a sports freak, but running half a mile without any preparation and in robes really isn’t just nothing, you know!”
Rolanda grinned as she took hold of her own race-broom- a Nimbus 1000, the newest model and naturally an excellent broom to play Quidditch.
“Never the sporty one, were you, Min? Anyway, stop your hands from fake-trembling now and let’s get on our brooms!”
Minerva shook her black-haired head and observed her hands with a frown.
“It isn’t “fake”, Rolanda, I guess this is just the after-effect of your torturing. And because of you, I’m going to get home half an hour too early!”
The other woman simply grinned.
“As if your Tommy-boy will complain about that!”
Minerva rolled her eyes as she lifted up her emerald robe a little so as to mount her broom.
“Don’t call him Tommy-boy. And damn- my hands really are shaking!”
Rolanda smiled, but was now looking at the pale, thin fingers of her friend as well. As she took one of Minerva’s slender hands in hers, she frowned.
“Damn Min, you’re right. Can you fly that old… thing you call a broom with those hands?”
“Of course!”
“No, not of course- really, you have to buy a new one someday. Look at mine, it has perfect balance and it’s entirely dependable!”
Minerva looked up from her broom with narrowed eyes.
“I quite like my broom, thank you. And I can perfectly control it if weird friends don’t force me to run ungodly distances. And really- why for heaven’s sake are you looking at my broom like that?”
Rolanda smiled again and questioningly looked at her friend.
“Well, what about switching brooms?”
And don't worry, I won't say it this time. (But that doesn't mean I'm not thinking it...)
) Lovin the fic, hatin the birds *starts screaming* AAAAAAA!!!! THE BIRDS!!!!