Post by ginger newts on Nov 21, 2004 12:29:50 GMT -5
The World’s Oldest Baby
Minerva looked up quickly when she heard her husband suck in a sharp gasp of air. They had been in his office for the past three hours, sitting across the desk from each other and finishing up the last of their work for the weekend so that they could spend the afternoon relaxing together. Albus had just turned a page in a large heavy book and sliced his thumb open on the edge of the paper, causing the gasp.
“Albus, what is it?” Minerva asked with concern after seeing the look on his face.
He raised his thumb to his mouth for a moment before answering, “I cut myself on this paper.”
“Oh, is that all? The way you gasped I thought something bad happened or you really hurt yourself.”
“Minerva,” he whined, “I did hurt myself. Don’t you know how much a paper cut stings?”
She shook her head and reached across the desk for his hand, “Albus, it’s not even bleeding. I think you’ll live.”
Minerva gently ran her finger over the half inch long slit on his thumb and Albus winced, causing her to roll her eyes. Then she got an idea, “Would it feel better if I kissed it?”
Albus smiled a bit and let Minerva raise his hand to her mouth so that she could tenderly kiss the side of his thumb. Then she let his hand go and went back to marking her essays. Albus was a bit disappointed, but he too went back to work. Every time he turned a page, however, the little cut on his thumb twinged and after a few minutes he started whining again. Minerva just ignored it at first, until he started trying harder to get her attention in order to be the recipient of her sympathetic attentions.
Finally, she could stand it no longer and throwing her quill down on the desk she put him in a full body bind and levitated him out of the office toward the hospital wing. It was a warm Saturday afternoon and along the way they passed many students who were on their way in and out of the castle, all of whom stopped to stare at the headmaster and deputy headmistress.
A group of Gryffindor first years saw them go by and while their friends expressed concern for the headmaster, three of them decided to follow the pair and see what was going on.
“Do you think he’s alright,” whispered Lee Jordan.
“Yeah, nothing could ever hurt Dumbledore --” Fred Weasley said.
His twin George finished the sentence for him, “except McGonagall.” And they all giggled quietly.
Minerva levitated Albus through the doors of the hospital wing and called out for the nurse, the three students pressed their ears to the door and were a bit surprised by what they heard.
Poppy came bustling out of her office, “Hello, Minerva, what brings you...Dumbledore? Is he alright?”
Minerva had to smile at the concerned look on her friend’s face. She said the counter curse lazily and let Albus drop onto a bed as she answered, “Oh he’s fine, Poppy, but I happen to be married to the world’s oldest baby.”
Poppy looked confused so Minerva continued, “He’s been driving me crazy for the last half hour about a paper cut. Would you please just heal it so I can get on with my life.”
The nurse looked back and forth between Albus, who had adopted a hurt expression she knew wasn’t real, and Minerva, who looked genuinely disgusted, and had trouble stifling a laugh. She had never met a couple more in love than these two, but when they argued it was always over the silliest things and they would often take childish measures to solve the problem. For example, Minerva petrifying Albus and levitating him to the hospital wing, what must the students have thought?
While she was wondering that, there were three students standing in the hallway with their mouths hanging open. Husband? Paper cut? What was going on? A few moments later they had to run for it because Albus and Minerva came striding out of the hospital wing, Albus’ paper cut now healed and no longer hurting.
“You know, my dear, you were most unsympathetic,” he mock scolded.
“Albus, it was a paper cut, honestly,” Minerva exclaimed. “Besides, I did kiss it for you.”
Albus pouted for a moment and then his eyes took on a wicked glint. Without even stopping to check for students, he grabbed Minerva around the waist and started nuzzling into her neck. Lifting his head for a moment he breathed into her ear, “I think there’s another part of me that would feel better if you kissed it.”
“Albus Dumbledore!” She hit him on the arm, but was smiling. Turning she purred, “Did you finish all your work?”
“Mmm hmm,” he nodded, eyes alight with mischief and love.
Minerva took his hand and placed a kiss to the area where the cut had been a few minutes ago, then turning it over she kissed the palm before threading her fingers through his and leading the way back to their rooms. By the time the sun set that evening the paper cut was long forgotten and they were both feeling much better.
Minerva looked up quickly when she heard her husband suck in a sharp gasp of air. They had been in his office for the past three hours, sitting across the desk from each other and finishing up the last of their work for the weekend so that they could spend the afternoon relaxing together. Albus had just turned a page in a large heavy book and sliced his thumb open on the edge of the paper, causing the gasp.
“Albus, what is it?” Minerva asked with concern after seeing the look on his face.
He raised his thumb to his mouth for a moment before answering, “I cut myself on this paper.”
“Oh, is that all? The way you gasped I thought something bad happened or you really hurt yourself.”
“Minerva,” he whined, “I did hurt myself. Don’t you know how much a paper cut stings?”
She shook her head and reached across the desk for his hand, “Albus, it’s not even bleeding. I think you’ll live.”
Minerva gently ran her finger over the half inch long slit on his thumb and Albus winced, causing her to roll her eyes. Then she got an idea, “Would it feel better if I kissed it?”
Albus smiled a bit and let Minerva raise his hand to her mouth so that she could tenderly kiss the side of his thumb. Then she let his hand go and went back to marking her essays. Albus was a bit disappointed, but he too went back to work. Every time he turned a page, however, the little cut on his thumb twinged and after a few minutes he started whining again. Minerva just ignored it at first, until he started trying harder to get her attention in order to be the recipient of her sympathetic attentions.
Finally, she could stand it no longer and throwing her quill down on the desk she put him in a full body bind and levitated him out of the office toward the hospital wing. It was a warm Saturday afternoon and along the way they passed many students who were on their way in and out of the castle, all of whom stopped to stare at the headmaster and deputy headmistress.
A group of Gryffindor first years saw them go by and while their friends expressed concern for the headmaster, three of them decided to follow the pair and see what was going on.
“Do you think he’s alright,” whispered Lee Jordan.
“Yeah, nothing could ever hurt Dumbledore --” Fred Weasley said.
His twin George finished the sentence for him, “except McGonagall.” And they all giggled quietly.
Minerva levitated Albus through the doors of the hospital wing and called out for the nurse, the three students pressed their ears to the door and were a bit surprised by what they heard.
Poppy came bustling out of her office, “Hello, Minerva, what brings you...Dumbledore? Is he alright?”
Minerva had to smile at the concerned look on her friend’s face. She said the counter curse lazily and let Albus drop onto a bed as she answered, “Oh he’s fine, Poppy, but I happen to be married to the world’s oldest baby.”
Poppy looked confused so Minerva continued, “He’s been driving me crazy for the last half hour about a paper cut. Would you please just heal it so I can get on with my life.”
The nurse looked back and forth between Albus, who had adopted a hurt expression she knew wasn’t real, and Minerva, who looked genuinely disgusted, and had trouble stifling a laugh. She had never met a couple more in love than these two, but when they argued it was always over the silliest things and they would often take childish measures to solve the problem. For example, Minerva petrifying Albus and levitating him to the hospital wing, what must the students have thought?
While she was wondering that, there were three students standing in the hallway with their mouths hanging open. Husband? Paper cut? What was going on? A few moments later they had to run for it because Albus and Minerva came striding out of the hospital wing, Albus’ paper cut now healed and no longer hurting.
“You know, my dear, you were most unsympathetic,” he mock scolded.
“Albus, it was a paper cut, honestly,” Minerva exclaimed. “Besides, I did kiss it for you.”
Albus pouted for a moment and then his eyes took on a wicked glint. Without even stopping to check for students, he grabbed Minerva around the waist and started nuzzling into her neck. Lifting his head for a moment he breathed into her ear, “I think there’s another part of me that would feel better if you kissed it.”
“Albus Dumbledore!” She hit him on the arm, but was smiling. Turning she purred, “Did you finish all your work?”
“Mmm hmm,” he nodded, eyes alight with mischief and love.
Minerva took his hand and placed a kiss to the area where the cut had been a few minutes ago, then turning it over she kissed the palm before threading her fingers through his and leading the way back to their rooms. By the time the sun set that evening the paper cut was long forgotten and they were both feeling much better.
Funny! Made me smile.... Thank you!
Very great challenge-response! 
