Post by ArabellaFiggs on Sept 2, 2004 16:09:39 GMT -5
An unusual Christmas
By: Arabella Figgs
“Albus, you are looking a bit pale”, Minerva said, looking worriedly at Albus who was languidly playing with his food.
“I don’t feel well”, he admitted. “I think I can better return to my rooms”.
“Maybe you should see Poppy”, Minerva suggested.
“No, no, that won’t be necessary”, Albus protested. He got to his feet and paled even more. When he walked away, Minerva eyed him worriedly. For the rest of the day she couldn’t concentrate on her work and during the afternoon she felt a rather severe headache starting. As soon as the last student had left to the common room she made her way to Albus’ office.
When she arrived there she couldn’t find him. Moving to the living room she discovered that he wasn’t there either. Hesitantly she walked to the door of his bedroom. “Albus?” she called out.
The bathroom door opened and revealed Albus. His face was white and covered in tiny, green spots.
“Albus!” Minerva cried in shocked, walking towards him. She helped him to sit down in a nearby chair.
“You look ill”, she said, kneeling down in front of them and feeling his forehead. With a wave of her wand a glass of water appeared and she helped him drink from it. “How did this happen?”
“I don’t know”, Albus replied. “When we were playing chess last night I felt fine”,
“Come with me”, Minerva said, pulling him to his feet. “We are going to see Poppy right now”.
Albus looked at her and gasped in shock. “Minerva, you’ve got it too!”
“What?” Minerva asked bewildered.
“Green spots”, Albus explained. “They’re still pale, but they’re the same as mine”.
Arm in arm they left to the Hospital Wing.
Within a few hours, Minerva was sick as well. Staggering out of the lavatory she asked Albus, who was sitting on one of the beds: “Does Poppy know what’s the matter with us?”
Albus shook his head and at that moment Poppy walked in. Minerva sat down next to Albus and the both of them look expectedly at the school nurse. From the pocket of her robes Poppy pulled a bag with Sherbet Lemons.
“I found these in your office”, Poppy said. “I was looking for the cause of your illness and I think it has something to do with these Sherbet lemons. Did you ate any of them?”
Albus nodded. “Last night”, he told her. “I ate them while we were playing chess, but I was the only one who had them. Minerva doesn’t like sherbet lemons’.
“Where did you get these?” Poppy asked.
“My brother gave them to me”, Albus replied. “He said he had bought them at a Muggle market”.
“I’ll ask him to come over”, Poppy said. “Filius and I have examined them and these aren’t sherbet lemons. I don’t know what they are exactly, but I think it will be safer to put the both of you under quarantine. Just to make sure that other people won’t caught it from you. It seems that Minerva got infected because she merely touched you”.
“Filius has prepared the West Tower for you”, Poppy continued. “I’ll put an incantation around it that will help cure the infection. You will also need to take some potions. I think a week will be long enough”.
“A week?” Albus repeated. “That means we will be there during Christmas”.
“I think I’m going to be sick again”, Minerva moaned. She jumped off the bed and hurried to the lavatory.
With a deep sigh Albus looked in the hand-mirror on the nightstand.
“Wonderful”, he muttered. “Look at this. I look like a bloody frog”.
“You should ask Minerva to kiss you”, Poppy grinned. “You might turn out to be prince charming”.
“Say one more thing like that, Pomfrey and I’ll advertise for a new school nurse”, Albus warned.
That evening Albus and Minerva stood together in the West Tower. The tower was a large, circular room. There was a bed on each side, a table and two chairs and a fireplace with two comfortable chairs. There was also a door that lead to the bathroom. At this moment the tower was packed with trunks. One from Albus and the other sixteen belong to Minerva.
“I’ll check on you every day”, Poppy told them through a window in the wall. “Use these potions before every meal. It makes the spots disappear. With a wave of her wand the window disappeared and Albus and Minerva were alone.
“Minerva, why did you bring so many things?” Albus asked slightly panicked. Minerva walked to the first trunk and opened it.
“We’re supposed to spend a week here, Albus”, she answered crisply. “I thought that was reason enough to make sure that we will be as comfortable as possible. Now were shall we hang this paintings?”
Much later that evening the both of them were sitting in front of the fire, drinking a cup of tea. Minerva looked around her looking extremely pleased. “It looks much more cosy, doesn’t it?”
“It’s a bit full, but a like it”, Albus replied smiling.
A bit full was an understatement. Stuffed would be more appropriate. Every spot on the wall was covered in paintings or drawings, and little ornaments were standing everywhere. Minerva has put a cloth on every table and the last trunk had contained a completely decorated Christmas tree, which was standing near the fire now.
“You think it’s too full?” Minerva asked a bit uncertain.
“No, I wouldn’t say full…”, Albus answered hesitantly. “It’s just… so much stuff. But you are right. We have to spend a week here, so we might as well make the best of it”.
By: Arabella Figgs
“Albus, you are looking a bit pale”, Minerva said, looking worriedly at Albus who was languidly playing with his food.
“I don’t feel well”, he admitted. “I think I can better return to my rooms”.
“Maybe you should see Poppy”, Minerva suggested.
“No, no, that won’t be necessary”, Albus protested. He got to his feet and paled even more. When he walked away, Minerva eyed him worriedly. For the rest of the day she couldn’t concentrate on her work and during the afternoon she felt a rather severe headache starting. As soon as the last student had left to the common room she made her way to Albus’ office.
When she arrived there she couldn’t find him. Moving to the living room she discovered that he wasn’t there either. Hesitantly she walked to the door of his bedroom. “Albus?” she called out.
The bathroom door opened and revealed Albus. His face was white and covered in tiny, green spots.
“Albus!” Minerva cried in shocked, walking towards him. She helped him to sit down in a nearby chair.
“You look ill”, she said, kneeling down in front of them and feeling his forehead. With a wave of her wand a glass of water appeared and she helped him drink from it. “How did this happen?”
“I don’t know”, Albus replied. “When we were playing chess last night I felt fine”,
“Come with me”, Minerva said, pulling him to his feet. “We are going to see Poppy right now”.
Albus looked at her and gasped in shock. “Minerva, you’ve got it too!”
“What?” Minerva asked bewildered.
“Green spots”, Albus explained. “They’re still pale, but they’re the same as mine”.
Arm in arm they left to the Hospital Wing.
Within a few hours, Minerva was sick as well. Staggering out of the lavatory she asked Albus, who was sitting on one of the beds: “Does Poppy know what’s the matter with us?”
Albus shook his head and at that moment Poppy walked in. Minerva sat down next to Albus and the both of them look expectedly at the school nurse. From the pocket of her robes Poppy pulled a bag with Sherbet Lemons.
“I found these in your office”, Poppy said. “I was looking for the cause of your illness and I think it has something to do with these Sherbet lemons. Did you ate any of them?”
Albus nodded. “Last night”, he told her. “I ate them while we were playing chess, but I was the only one who had them. Minerva doesn’t like sherbet lemons’.
“Where did you get these?” Poppy asked.
“My brother gave them to me”, Albus replied. “He said he had bought them at a Muggle market”.
“I’ll ask him to come over”, Poppy said. “Filius and I have examined them and these aren’t sherbet lemons. I don’t know what they are exactly, but I think it will be safer to put the both of you under quarantine. Just to make sure that other people won’t caught it from you. It seems that Minerva got infected because she merely touched you”.
“Filius has prepared the West Tower for you”, Poppy continued. “I’ll put an incantation around it that will help cure the infection. You will also need to take some potions. I think a week will be long enough”.
“A week?” Albus repeated. “That means we will be there during Christmas”.
“I think I’m going to be sick again”, Minerva moaned. She jumped off the bed and hurried to the lavatory.
With a deep sigh Albus looked in the hand-mirror on the nightstand.
“Wonderful”, he muttered. “Look at this. I look like a bloody frog”.
“You should ask Minerva to kiss you”, Poppy grinned. “You might turn out to be prince charming”.
“Say one more thing like that, Pomfrey and I’ll advertise for a new school nurse”, Albus warned.
That evening Albus and Minerva stood together in the West Tower. The tower was a large, circular room. There was a bed on each side, a table and two chairs and a fireplace with two comfortable chairs. There was also a door that lead to the bathroom. At this moment the tower was packed with trunks. One from Albus and the other sixteen belong to Minerva.
“I’ll check on you every day”, Poppy told them through a window in the wall. “Use these potions before every meal. It makes the spots disappear. With a wave of her wand the window disappeared and Albus and Minerva were alone.
“Minerva, why did you bring so many things?” Albus asked slightly panicked. Minerva walked to the first trunk and opened it.
“We’re supposed to spend a week here, Albus”, she answered crisply. “I thought that was reason enough to make sure that we will be as comfortable as possible. Now were shall we hang this paintings?”
Much later that evening the both of them were sitting in front of the fire, drinking a cup of tea. Minerva looked around her looking extremely pleased. “It looks much more cosy, doesn’t it?”
“It’s a bit full, but a like it”, Albus replied smiling.
A bit full was an understatement. Stuffed would be more appropriate. Every spot on the wall was covered in paintings or drawings, and little ornaments were standing everywhere. Minerva has put a cloth on every table and the last trunk had contained a completely decorated Christmas tree, which was standing near the fire now.
“You think it’s too full?” Minerva asked a bit uncertain.
“No, I wouldn’t say full…”, Albus answered hesitantly. “It’s just… so much stuff. But you are right. We have to spend a week here, so we might as well make the best of it”.
