Post by Asphodel on Oct 9, 2004 20:19:20 GMT -5
Euhm *looks around nervously* right. I'm not sure if this belongs here, but I felt like this was the best spot. This is the opening of a much longer fic I'm doing, and it may not totally focus on AD/MM so I don't know if I'll post more here, but I'd really like to try it out, and for you all to tell me what you think! Uhm...here you go then!
“I don’t like it Albus. I don’t like it one tiny bit.” I snap, in a voice I normally save for misbehaving students.
Albus Dumbledore sits at the dining room table with me, sipping his tea, the twinkle gone from his eyes. With a slow look at me from across the table, he takes a deep breath and begins. “Minerva-“
I don’t want to here it. The proverbially straw has drifted gently down and positively crushed the camel’s spine. “Don’t even start with me, Albus! ” I cry, shaking my finger at him for emphasis. “’Harry is safer there, Minerva, it’s for the best Minerva, he’s fine, Minerva! ’ Well let me tell you, you old coot, that is simply utter foolishness, and I will not stand for it any longer! Even Alastor is worried, for Merlin’s sake, Albus! ” Perhaps calling him an old coot is a bit below the belt, but his empty reasonings have gotten on my last nerve.
Albus smiles at me gently, seemingly amused by my tirade. I’m not impressed. “If you will kindly listen to an ‘old coot’ for a moment, Minerva-“
“I will not! Every time you talk, Albus, I find the word ‘yes’ popping out of my mouth, or find my tongue so tied and my brain so warbled I cant form any response at all. I don’t know what it is you do, Albus, but you shall not stop me this time! ” I pause here to take a breath, but hurry on before Albus can speak a syllable in his dangerously soothing voice.
“Mr. Potter has not replied to letters in a week and a half, Albus. We have heard no word from him, and Order Members have seen no sign of him at that house. Something is most definitely wrong. Whether he is simply grieving over the death of Sirius, or scared out of his wits at the prospect of what’s been set before him, Albus, no one is doing him any good where he is staying!
“For fifteen years I’ve listened to your absent-minded ramblings and constant twittering! You say it is the best place for him, and he is fine, but he is obviously not fine, and I can think of several places better for him, and one place safer So I have decided, Albus, since you will obviously do nothing of the sort. I am taking matters into my own hands. I am bringing the boy to his godmother’s house, where the blood of his mother still protects him through designated bond. Why you will not let it happen, I do not know, and I no longer care! I am retrieving Mr. Potter tonight, and there is nothing you can do about it! ” Finished, I sit back, crossing my arms over my chest in a manner which I know must look childishly defiant. I know my nostrils had gone white as I spoke, as my students have always known to hold their tongues when this happens. I hope Albus will get the hint. Albus, however, never is one to follow the rules as others see them Instead, he begins to chuckle softly, the sound eventually developing into an all out laugh. “What, pray tell, is so very amusing?”
He calms himself after a moment, but, with a glance at me, I can see another laugh rising to the surface. I narrow my eyes in warning. Coughing subtly, he forces it away, and says with annoying calm, “Well, that saves me from having to give you my speech A very dull one it was to be, too, all about how though Harry may be uncomfortable staying with his godmother and her barmy husband, and she him, it is for the best, as Harry’s life is more important than our war-game.” He chuckles again at what I’m sure must be an utterly gob-smacked expression on my face. I find his thought tendencies down-right eerie sometimes, particularly when they coincide precisely with mine. This will not, however, stifle the sudden excitement and joy I feel at having his approval for what I want to do.
“So it’s settled then, Albus? I retrieve him tonight?” I ask, my giddiness creeping into my voice against my will.
Albus shakes his head very seriously at me, causing my heart to plummet momentarily, before he speaks. “We retrieve him tonight, Minerva. Now, if it suites you. I only hope he will not mind me staying here, after the events of last spring…” I don’t wait to hear any more, rising from the table and pulling him into a very tight hug before he has the chance to blink. He gives me an amused look. “Well, hello. Come to apologize to ‘the old coot’?” Never let it be said that Albus Dumbledore does not give as good as he gets.
I smile at him, leaning close to whisper in his ear, “No, but I will tell you this. I knew there was a reason I married you…even if you remain an old coot.”
He laughs and kisses me gently on the lips, before replying, “Touché, M’dear, touché.”
so...more? Or recycle bin? thanks!
“I don’t like it Albus. I don’t like it one tiny bit.” I snap, in a voice I normally save for misbehaving students.
Albus Dumbledore sits at the dining room table with me, sipping his tea, the twinkle gone from his eyes. With a slow look at me from across the table, he takes a deep breath and begins. “Minerva-“
I don’t want to here it. The proverbially straw has drifted gently down and positively crushed the camel’s spine. “Don’t even start with me, Albus! ” I cry, shaking my finger at him for emphasis. “’Harry is safer there, Minerva, it’s for the best Minerva, he’s fine, Minerva! ’ Well let me tell you, you old coot, that is simply utter foolishness, and I will not stand for it any longer! Even Alastor is worried, for Merlin’s sake, Albus! ” Perhaps calling him an old coot is a bit below the belt, but his empty reasonings have gotten on my last nerve.
Albus smiles at me gently, seemingly amused by my tirade. I’m not impressed. “If you will kindly listen to an ‘old coot’ for a moment, Minerva-“
“I will not! Every time you talk, Albus, I find the word ‘yes’ popping out of my mouth, or find my tongue so tied and my brain so warbled I cant form any response at all. I don’t know what it is you do, Albus, but you shall not stop me this time! ” I pause here to take a breath, but hurry on before Albus can speak a syllable in his dangerously soothing voice.
“Mr. Potter has not replied to letters in a week and a half, Albus. We have heard no word from him, and Order Members have seen no sign of him at that house. Something is most definitely wrong. Whether he is simply grieving over the death of Sirius, or scared out of his wits at the prospect of what’s been set before him, Albus, no one is doing him any good where he is staying!
“For fifteen years I’ve listened to your absent-minded ramblings and constant twittering! You say it is the best place for him, and he is fine, but he is obviously not fine, and I can think of several places better for him, and one place safer So I have decided, Albus, since you will obviously do nothing of the sort. I am taking matters into my own hands. I am bringing the boy to his godmother’s house, where the blood of his mother still protects him through designated bond. Why you will not let it happen, I do not know, and I no longer care! I am retrieving Mr. Potter tonight, and there is nothing you can do about it! ” Finished, I sit back, crossing my arms over my chest in a manner which I know must look childishly defiant. I know my nostrils had gone white as I spoke, as my students have always known to hold their tongues when this happens. I hope Albus will get the hint. Albus, however, never is one to follow the rules as others see them Instead, he begins to chuckle softly, the sound eventually developing into an all out laugh. “What, pray tell, is so very amusing?”
He calms himself after a moment, but, with a glance at me, I can see another laugh rising to the surface. I narrow my eyes in warning. Coughing subtly, he forces it away, and says with annoying calm, “Well, that saves me from having to give you my speech A very dull one it was to be, too, all about how though Harry may be uncomfortable staying with his godmother and her barmy husband, and she him, it is for the best, as Harry’s life is more important than our war-game.” He chuckles again at what I’m sure must be an utterly gob-smacked expression on my face. I find his thought tendencies down-right eerie sometimes, particularly when they coincide precisely with mine. This will not, however, stifle the sudden excitement and joy I feel at having his approval for what I want to do.
“So it’s settled then, Albus? I retrieve him tonight?” I ask, my giddiness creeping into my voice against my will.
Albus shakes his head very seriously at me, causing my heart to plummet momentarily, before he speaks. “We retrieve him tonight, Minerva. Now, if it suites you. I only hope he will not mind me staying here, after the events of last spring…” I don’t wait to hear any more, rising from the table and pulling him into a very tight hug before he has the chance to blink. He gives me an amused look. “Well, hello. Come to apologize to ‘the old coot’?” Never let it be said that Albus Dumbledore does not give as good as he gets.
I smile at him, leaning close to whisper in his ear, “No, but I will tell you this. I knew there was a reason I married you…even if you remain an old coot.”
He laughs and kisses me gently on the lips, before replying, “Touché, M’dear, touché.”
so...more? Or recycle bin? thanks!
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The first bit was wonderful! *grins and reads Minerva's rant once more*
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