Post by Karlynne on Jul 8, 2005 16:19:29 GMT -5
I Can See Clearly Now
Kassie is in the mood for a story filled with angst, which is something I don’t think I am capable of writing but I’ll give it a shot. I can’t handle the genre although I’ve tried to follow along with some of the stories in that section. Many are well written and Lies is currently writing a good one, too good in fact. I’ll try to keep it from straying into another field but I make no promises. Karlie
My cousin Kelsey sent this story to me last night and gave me permission to post it on the board if I wish. It is nothing more than an exercise in what not to do when trying to write angst I believe. Krys
Minerva couldn’t recall ever seeing so many people gathered in one place other than during the Quidditch World Cup or after the defeat of Grindelwald when wizards, witches, and muggles poured into the streets rejoicing the end of the war.
The day should have been somber and gray with torrential rains or possibly hail but the sky had never been clearer or displayed such a beautiful blue dressing. The weather was unseasonably warm and the sun kept the chill at bay. She felt like nature was rewarding her for her patience.
The death of Prudence Dumbledore had not been surprising although the manner in which she died had been. She had been ill for over twenty years but despite medical advances, both muggle and magical, she never improved nor did she wither and die. It had taken a bizarre accident to remove the life force from her body. A levitated stretcher, which should have been taken to the bed next to hers, had been placed on hers instead and the grave error wasn’t realized until it was too late. Prudence had smothered to death at St. Mungos and the wizarding world had come out in full force to mourn her death and support the greatest wizard of all time, Albus Dumbledore.
Minerva’s eyes roamed over the sea of people in front of her until she found the familiar silver and auburn head towering above many in the crowd. He had learned of his wife’s death while he was at the Conference of Magical Achievements. It had taken an entire week to notify everyone of the tragedy and to plan the funeral.
Minerva watched as Albus shook hands and listened to words of condolence from ministry officials. Albus’ eyes were sorrowful but alert and she knew he could not wait until he could retire to his rooms and remove the events of the day from his mind and into his pensieve.
It had taken Minerva less than a month to fall in love with Albus once she began working at Hogwarts. It had taken another two months to learn he was not happily married.
Prudence was a muggle and although she loved Albus, she could not understand his world and was uncomfortable with it. Oh, she tried to adjust and put on a bright face for her husband but after ten years of marriage she was becoming resigned to the knowledge that her husband would never leave his world for the muggle one.
Minerva regretted her actions but it was too late now. The potion that was supposed to turn Prudence away from the wizarding world for good had not reacted as expected. Minerva didn’t take into account that Prudence was all muggle and she had drifted into a nearly vegetative state without any awareness of Albus being her husband or even her own name.
Albus was too noble to have an affair and instead devoted his life to finding a cure for his wife. Minerva watched from afar as her hopes of a love affair dwindled. It had taken twenty years and a horrible accident but Prudence was gone and Minerva could finally breathe easy.
Two nights ago she had gone to Albus’ office to pay her respects in person and she was pleased when he ushered her into his private rooms. It wasn’t hard to say a few appropriate words of sympathy and Albus had accepted her hug like a lifeline. She knew his mind wasn’t filled with mourning as he pressed his body to hers. They were molded together and she could feel the sinews and muscles flattened, as they were nearly one.
She heard his intake of breath as he smelled her hair and she felt her own arousal grow. This was the man she waited twenty years in hopes he would soon be free and now nothing stood in her way.
Moments later their hands were removing clothing and seeking out the most responsive of places on their bodies. Their joining was tumultuous but they were sated and if he had not spoken any words of desire or even affection, she had ignored the oversight. She had known for years that she was to be his helpmeet and her place was by his side.
The releasing of doves brought her attention back to the present and she sighed. The service was over and there was the reception to attend and then she could return to the castle and await his arrival.
Albus Dumbledore watched Minerva from beneath his lowered eyelids. He always knew where she was and he was disappointed to find her standing near but not too close. She was always careful to remain professional.
One would never believe that behind the stern façade a passionate, vibrant woman resided. He had waited a long time but now the way was clear for them. He had never imagined the potion he slipped into Prudence’s tea would react so negatively. She was supposed to simply forget about him and he would then gently Obliviate her knowledge of the wizarding world. He could have divorced her but he felt it was the least he could do to help her in the muggle world. She was so miserable in his world and while he no longer loved her, he didn’t want her to hurt unnecessarily.
Instead of just forgetting him, her health deteriorated and he found himself struggling to keep her alive while searching all known and many unproven methods of healing.
He was grateful the twenty-year drought was over and he could love Minerva as he longed to do so for years but he couldn’t help but feel a twinge of regret as the coffin was lowered to the ground. Minerva was the woman he should have married but Prudence had come along before her and she enchanted him. Now he realized it was the fact that she was muggle that attracted her to him. The press of adoring witches after he defeated Grindelwald made him want the peace and normalcy of a muggle relationship. He could have that with Minerva. She was the one for him, the one to help him and support him. He could see clearly now.
Oh man, put me out of my misery. What utter tripe! It’s not angst. It’s not even a story! Someone take away my notebook and remove the battery. I promise to try not to write anything ever again. (today) Karlie
Kassie is in the mood for a story filled with angst, which is something I don’t think I am capable of writing but I’ll give it a shot. I can’t handle the genre although I’ve tried to follow along with some of the stories in that section. Many are well written and Lies is currently writing a good one, too good in fact. I’ll try to keep it from straying into another field but I make no promises. Karlie
My cousin Kelsey sent this story to me last night and gave me permission to post it on the board if I wish. It is nothing more than an exercise in what not to do when trying to write angst I believe. Krys
Minerva couldn’t recall ever seeing so many people gathered in one place other than during the Quidditch World Cup or after the defeat of Grindelwald when wizards, witches, and muggles poured into the streets rejoicing the end of the war.
The day should have been somber and gray with torrential rains or possibly hail but the sky had never been clearer or displayed such a beautiful blue dressing. The weather was unseasonably warm and the sun kept the chill at bay. She felt like nature was rewarding her for her patience.
The death of Prudence Dumbledore had not been surprising although the manner in which she died had been. She had been ill for over twenty years but despite medical advances, both muggle and magical, she never improved nor did she wither and die. It had taken a bizarre accident to remove the life force from her body. A levitated stretcher, which should have been taken to the bed next to hers, had been placed on hers instead and the grave error wasn’t realized until it was too late. Prudence had smothered to death at St. Mungos and the wizarding world had come out in full force to mourn her death and support the greatest wizard of all time, Albus Dumbledore.
Minerva’s eyes roamed over the sea of people in front of her until she found the familiar silver and auburn head towering above many in the crowd. He had learned of his wife’s death while he was at the Conference of Magical Achievements. It had taken an entire week to notify everyone of the tragedy and to plan the funeral.
Minerva watched as Albus shook hands and listened to words of condolence from ministry officials. Albus’ eyes were sorrowful but alert and she knew he could not wait until he could retire to his rooms and remove the events of the day from his mind and into his pensieve.
It had taken Minerva less than a month to fall in love with Albus once she began working at Hogwarts. It had taken another two months to learn he was not happily married.
Prudence was a muggle and although she loved Albus, she could not understand his world and was uncomfortable with it. Oh, she tried to adjust and put on a bright face for her husband but after ten years of marriage she was becoming resigned to the knowledge that her husband would never leave his world for the muggle one.
Minerva regretted her actions but it was too late now. The potion that was supposed to turn Prudence away from the wizarding world for good had not reacted as expected. Minerva didn’t take into account that Prudence was all muggle and she had drifted into a nearly vegetative state without any awareness of Albus being her husband or even her own name.
Albus was too noble to have an affair and instead devoted his life to finding a cure for his wife. Minerva watched from afar as her hopes of a love affair dwindled. It had taken twenty years and a horrible accident but Prudence was gone and Minerva could finally breathe easy.
Two nights ago she had gone to Albus’ office to pay her respects in person and she was pleased when he ushered her into his private rooms. It wasn’t hard to say a few appropriate words of sympathy and Albus had accepted her hug like a lifeline. She knew his mind wasn’t filled with mourning as he pressed his body to hers. They were molded together and she could feel the sinews and muscles flattened, as they were nearly one.
She heard his intake of breath as he smelled her hair and she felt her own arousal grow. This was the man she waited twenty years in hopes he would soon be free and now nothing stood in her way.
Moments later their hands were removing clothing and seeking out the most responsive of places on their bodies. Their joining was tumultuous but they were sated and if he had not spoken any words of desire or even affection, she had ignored the oversight. She had known for years that she was to be his helpmeet and her place was by his side.
The releasing of doves brought her attention back to the present and she sighed. The service was over and there was the reception to attend and then she could return to the castle and await his arrival.
Albus Dumbledore watched Minerva from beneath his lowered eyelids. He always knew where she was and he was disappointed to find her standing near but not too close. She was always careful to remain professional.
One would never believe that behind the stern façade a passionate, vibrant woman resided. He had waited a long time but now the way was clear for them. He had never imagined the potion he slipped into Prudence’s tea would react so negatively. She was supposed to simply forget about him and he would then gently Obliviate her knowledge of the wizarding world. He could have divorced her but he felt it was the least he could do to help her in the muggle world. She was so miserable in his world and while he no longer loved her, he didn’t want her to hurt unnecessarily.
Instead of just forgetting him, her health deteriorated and he found himself struggling to keep her alive while searching all known and many unproven methods of healing.
He was grateful the twenty-year drought was over and he could love Minerva as he longed to do so for years but he couldn’t help but feel a twinge of regret as the coffin was lowered to the ground. Minerva was the woman he should have married but Prudence had come along before her and she enchanted him. Now he realized it was the fact that she was muggle that attracted her to him. The press of adoring witches after he defeated Grindelwald made him want the peace and normalcy of a muggle relationship. He could have that with Minerva. She was the one for him, the one to help him and support him. He could see clearly now.
Oh man, put me out of my misery. What utter tripe! It’s not angst. It’s not even a story! Someone take away my notebook and remove the battery. I promise to try not to write anything ever again. (today) Karlie
I like it though because it shows a different side of both of them...the not so saintly side. 
