Post by QuillofMinerva on Dec 8, 2004 6:52:38 GMT -5
The Time of the Year.
A/n: This is a response to challenge 14 set on the AD/MM board. This is also my first challenge tag
Christmas time was Albus Dumbledore’s most favourite time of year; it gave him the chance to bring a little bit of his own magic into Hogwarts. He would over see the decorations himself, plan where the trees would be placed and encouraged his staff to enjoy the festive season. Usually he met very little resistance from his staff when he devised plans to make the classes seem more festival, there were two professors who blantly refused to bring Christmas into the classroom and they were Minerva McGonagall and Severus Snape. It was the only time of year that the head of Gryffindor agreed with the head of Slytherin and they would strike up an unlikely alliance to combat over excited children.
This year had been no exception. Albus had even given the decorations to them so they could decorate their classrooms, the dungeons needed to be brighten up and this was the perfect time to do but Albus had been disappointed when he discovered the boxes had remained untouched. He decided to do something about it himself and one night he sneaked down to Minerva’s tidy classroom and decorated it himself, he themed her classroom to be like a winter wonderland. He was happy with the outcome of his hard work and sat on the edge of her big wooden desk as he observed his masterpiece. Icicles hung from the ceiling and the shelves, while the desk had been covered in a thin layer of snow that would never melt when the students lent on it to do their work. Two large fur trees should in the corners at the back of the classroom with snow on the peaks; he added some candles and decorations to the tree, which gave it the perfect seasonal look. Albus even charm a piece of mistletoe over the door; with any luck he would be able to catch Minerva under it.
Minerva McGonagall was the only woman that had owned his heart, from the first moment he met her all those years ago he had known she was the one for him. Instead of revealing these feelings for her, he decided to keep them to himself and idly watch her as the years floated by. He couldn’t exactly remember when he had made himself the promise that he would tell her this Christmas but he intended to keep that promise, not matter what. He did wish she would share his joyful approach to the festive season but she always seemed lacking in enthusiasm, he never truly understood that but then he didn’t want to pry into her personal life.
“What in the name of Merlin have you done to my classroom?”
The familiar soft Scottish accent broke into his musings and he turned to look at his deputy who was framed by the doorway. He hadn’t expected her to still be up, let alone in her classroom.
“Albus, will you kindly stop looking like you are catching flies and answer my question please!” Minerva asked again, her foot tapping on the stone floor outside her classroom.
“Surprise!” he announced as he slipped over the table and twirled around with his arms wide open. “What do you think?”
“I think the children will get cold and spend Christmas in bed with colds.” Minerva replied as she stepped into her classroom, it was freezing. It felt like she had fallen through a hole in the ice on the lake and that she would freeze to death.
“Perhaps it is a little cold,” replied Albus as he began to realise just how cold the classroom was “I'll cast a warming charm on the room”
“I will end up with a swimming pool for a classroom.” She sighed as she looked around her usually spotless classroom.
A/n: This is a response to challenge 14 set on the AD/MM board. This is also my first challenge tag
Christmas time was Albus Dumbledore’s most favourite time of year; it gave him the chance to bring a little bit of his own magic into Hogwarts. He would over see the decorations himself, plan where the trees would be placed and encouraged his staff to enjoy the festive season. Usually he met very little resistance from his staff when he devised plans to make the classes seem more festival, there were two professors who blantly refused to bring Christmas into the classroom and they were Minerva McGonagall and Severus Snape. It was the only time of year that the head of Gryffindor agreed with the head of Slytherin and they would strike up an unlikely alliance to combat over excited children.
This year had been no exception. Albus had even given the decorations to them so they could decorate their classrooms, the dungeons needed to be brighten up and this was the perfect time to do but Albus had been disappointed when he discovered the boxes had remained untouched. He decided to do something about it himself and one night he sneaked down to Minerva’s tidy classroom and decorated it himself, he themed her classroom to be like a winter wonderland. He was happy with the outcome of his hard work and sat on the edge of her big wooden desk as he observed his masterpiece. Icicles hung from the ceiling and the shelves, while the desk had been covered in a thin layer of snow that would never melt when the students lent on it to do their work. Two large fur trees should in the corners at the back of the classroom with snow on the peaks; he added some candles and decorations to the tree, which gave it the perfect seasonal look. Albus even charm a piece of mistletoe over the door; with any luck he would be able to catch Minerva under it.
Minerva McGonagall was the only woman that had owned his heart, from the first moment he met her all those years ago he had known she was the one for him. Instead of revealing these feelings for her, he decided to keep them to himself and idly watch her as the years floated by. He couldn’t exactly remember when he had made himself the promise that he would tell her this Christmas but he intended to keep that promise, not matter what. He did wish she would share his joyful approach to the festive season but she always seemed lacking in enthusiasm, he never truly understood that but then he didn’t want to pry into her personal life.
“What in the name of Merlin have you done to my classroom?”
The familiar soft Scottish accent broke into his musings and he turned to look at his deputy who was framed by the doorway. He hadn’t expected her to still be up, let alone in her classroom.
“Albus, will you kindly stop looking like you are catching flies and answer my question please!” Minerva asked again, her foot tapping on the stone floor outside her classroom.
“Surprise!” he announced as he slipped over the table and twirled around with his arms wide open. “What do you think?”
“I think the children will get cold and spend Christmas in bed with colds.” Minerva replied as she stepped into her classroom, it was freezing. It felt like she had fallen through a hole in the ice on the lake and that she would freeze to death.
“Perhaps it is a little cold,” replied Albus as he began to realise just how cold the classroom was “I'll cast a warming charm on the room”
“I will end up with a swimming pool for a classroom.” She sighed as she looked around her usually spotless classroom.
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Karlynne
