Post by TartanPhoenix on Oct 29, 2004 18:27:19 GMT -5
Hello again everyone. I actually had time to write something!! The only problem now is I don't think this one is very good, but I've got to get back into the swing of it. Well, here we go.
Disclaimer: I'm only borrowing them for a little while. I promise to return them more or less intact, really I do.
Let me feel
Minerva blinked and waited for her eyes to adjust to the unusually dim sitting room of her long time friend Albus Dumbledore. “Albus,” she called softly into the abandoned room. When she received no response the worry began to swell within her; Albus never missed their weekly chess game, but he had seemed distracted that evening over dinner. She made her way into the sitting room and noticed the chessboard was set up, and tea sat on a small table nearby. Now Minerva knew something wasn’t right. Minerva walked farther into the room, and it was only when the slight movement of the large maroon drapes caught her eye did Minerva realize the doors to Albus’ private balcony were open.
Quietly as possible, Minerva came to rest just inside the balcony and found the object of her search. He was standing with his back to her, staring out over the grounds. He failed to notice her arrival, and she took the opportunity to watch him unnoticed.
In the fifty years she had known him, Albus Dumbledore had changed very little. His once auburn hair was now white as a fresh snow, and his nose had added a rather unique angle following an accident with one of his brother’s favorite goats. But, in every way that mattered, he was still the same man who made her feel special from the first moment she had met him. His warm smile and kind blue eyes could set even the foulest temper at ease, while his sharp wit and unsurpassed intellect could drive a conversation for hours. Minerva had grownup as an awkward, quiet child with few friends, and even less self-esteem. Albus had taken her under his wing during her time as a student, and under his care, she flourished.
She had always been fascinated by him, but, as she grew older, that fascination changed, deepened. It came as a surprise when she realized she had fallen in love toward the end of her seventh year, but knowing he would never betray the trust placed in him, she remained silent. Even after that obstacle had been removed, she had been afraid of his rejection. So, for fifty years she had remained silent, standing by his side and holding onto his steady friendship for dear life.
It didn’t take more than one look for her to be able to judge his mood. His proud shoulders were slumped, and she could almost feel the pain radiating from him. Quietly, she made her way to his side placed a comforting hand on his upper arm, squeezing it slightly. Albus didn’t make any indication of her presence except for a slight nod of his head and a wane smile.
Minerva sighed at his reluctance to share his burden and just wrapped her arm around his waist, resting her head against his shoulder. “Albus, what is it? What’s wrong?”
He sighed and, to her surprise, rested his head against her own. “I received another report from Arabella today.”
Realization dawned as the image of a small boy wrapped in blankets flashed in her mind before she could shake it away. “Albus,” she said quietly, “you did what you thought was best. We both know what I thought then, and still think now, but I trust you. If you say living with his relatives is best, than it is.” She shook her head and tried to lighten the mood. “Please tell me you haven’t begun to believe your own press Albus. You don’t have to be the great unfeeling protector of our world; you are allowed to be human.”
She could feel him nod. “Thank you my dear. You don’t know just what that means to me.”
Minerva’s breath hitched in her chest as she felt his breath brushed against her ear. She turned her head ever so slightly and came eye to eye with something that made her heart stop. His eyes, normally twinkling, were dark and something she had only seen in fleeting glances bore down at her. In that instant he leaned forward and grazed her lips with his own. The touch was so light that if she hadn’t had her eyes open, Minerva easily could have missed it.
He turned and wrapped his strong fingers through hers, leaning his forehead against hers, never breaking eye contact. Minerva only smiled in acknowledgment of the admission however unspoken it may have been. She simply closed her eyes and relished the feel of him. Her thoughts were disturbed as she felt him shift and kiss her temple.
“Thank you my dear,” was all he said.
“Whatever for?”
“For letting me feel,” he replied before leaning in for another kiss.
Disclaimer: I'm only borrowing them for a little while. I promise to return them more or less intact, really I do.
Let me feel
Minerva blinked and waited for her eyes to adjust to the unusually dim sitting room of her long time friend Albus Dumbledore. “Albus,” she called softly into the abandoned room. When she received no response the worry began to swell within her; Albus never missed their weekly chess game, but he had seemed distracted that evening over dinner. She made her way into the sitting room and noticed the chessboard was set up, and tea sat on a small table nearby. Now Minerva knew something wasn’t right. Minerva walked farther into the room, and it was only when the slight movement of the large maroon drapes caught her eye did Minerva realize the doors to Albus’ private balcony were open.
Quietly as possible, Minerva came to rest just inside the balcony and found the object of her search. He was standing with his back to her, staring out over the grounds. He failed to notice her arrival, and she took the opportunity to watch him unnoticed.
In the fifty years she had known him, Albus Dumbledore had changed very little. His once auburn hair was now white as a fresh snow, and his nose had added a rather unique angle following an accident with one of his brother’s favorite goats. But, in every way that mattered, he was still the same man who made her feel special from the first moment she had met him. His warm smile and kind blue eyes could set even the foulest temper at ease, while his sharp wit and unsurpassed intellect could drive a conversation for hours. Minerva had grownup as an awkward, quiet child with few friends, and even less self-esteem. Albus had taken her under his wing during her time as a student, and under his care, she flourished.
She had always been fascinated by him, but, as she grew older, that fascination changed, deepened. It came as a surprise when she realized she had fallen in love toward the end of her seventh year, but knowing he would never betray the trust placed in him, she remained silent. Even after that obstacle had been removed, she had been afraid of his rejection. So, for fifty years she had remained silent, standing by his side and holding onto his steady friendship for dear life.
It didn’t take more than one look for her to be able to judge his mood. His proud shoulders were slumped, and she could almost feel the pain radiating from him. Quietly, she made her way to his side placed a comforting hand on his upper arm, squeezing it slightly. Albus didn’t make any indication of her presence except for a slight nod of his head and a wane smile.
Minerva sighed at his reluctance to share his burden and just wrapped her arm around his waist, resting her head against his shoulder. “Albus, what is it? What’s wrong?”
He sighed and, to her surprise, rested his head against her own. “I received another report from Arabella today.”
Realization dawned as the image of a small boy wrapped in blankets flashed in her mind before she could shake it away. “Albus,” she said quietly, “you did what you thought was best. We both know what I thought then, and still think now, but I trust you. If you say living with his relatives is best, than it is.” She shook her head and tried to lighten the mood. “Please tell me you haven’t begun to believe your own press Albus. You don’t have to be the great unfeeling protector of our world; you are allowed to be human.”
She could feel him nod. “Thank you my dear. You don’t know just what that means to me.”
Minerva’s breath hitched in her chest as she felt his breath brushed against her ear. She turned her head ever so slightly and came eye to eye with something that made her heart stop. His eyes, normally twinkling, were dark and something she had only seen in fleeting glances bore down at her. In that instant he leaned forward and grazed her lips with his own. The touch was so light that if she hadn’t had her eyes open, Minerva easily could have missed it.
He turned and wrapped his strong fingers through hers, leaning his forehead against hers, never breaking eye contact. Minerva only smiled in acknowledgment of the admission however unspoken it may have been. She simply closed her eyes and relished the feel of him. Her thoughts were disturbed as she felt him shift and kiss her temple.
“Thank you my dear,” was all he said.
“Whatever for?”
“For letting me feel,” he replied before leaning in for another kiss.
