Post by ginger newts on Dec 15, 2004 4:40:48 GMT -5
So, I should be either sleeping or preparing for my exam but I wrote this instead.
Moving
“Albus, I wish you had let me help you pack,” Minerva sighed. “These boxes are in no order at all. Why are your shoes in the same box as your towels?”
“It all makes sense to me,” Albus replied casually as he opened the box containing his family pictures and his underwear.
Minerva just shook her head, she would never understand the way his mind worked. She left to go bring the last two boxes from Albus’ old rooms to the headmaster’s chambers. He had just been promoted, after the retirement of Armando Dippet, and they were spending the weekend doing a lot of moving. Tomorrow they would move Minerva’s things to the room in Gryffindor Tower that Albus had just vacated. In addition to becoming his deputy headmistress, Minerva was taking over Albus’ duties as head of Gryffindor House. It was going to be a long weekend, but afterward they would have the entire summer holiday to relax. Minerva had insisted they do all the moving immediately to get it out of the way. She had been packing her own belongings this morning and unfortunately had left Albus to his own devices in packing his things.
When she returned to Albus’ new rooms it was to find him standing in the center of the room with everything he owned strewn across the floor. Minerva let the boxes she had been levitating drop to the floor with a loud thump.
“Albus!”
He turned and looked at her sheepishly, “Why don’t we take a break for lunch, my dear? I’ll have the house elves bring something up to the office.”
Minerva could only nod, she was still staring at the mess in dismay. Albus left and she tried to assert some order in his room. A spell or two sent all his clothes to their proper places and the removal of just the socks from the floor made a vast improvement. Her next spell sent the books flying to the shelves, in alphabetical order by author as she preferred. When she approached the shelves to inspect her work, Minerva noticed a book she had never seen before. Albus returned a few minutes later to find her completely engrossed in the thick and ancient looking book. He drew her attention by sneaking up behind her and dropping a kiss on the top of her head.
“Albus!” she gasped in surprise. “I didn’t hear you come in.”
He chuckled, “It’s rare I can sneak up on you, I think I’ll treasure the memory of this moment. What were you reading so intently?”
She shook her head and motioned for him to join her on the couch. “Is this yours? I’ve never seen it before.”
Albus took the book and examined it briefly, “This, my dear, is the diary of Godric Gryffindor. It has been passed down from headmaster – or mistress – to headmaster ever since his death and is one of the oldest and most valuable books known to wizard kind.”
Minerva looked at the book in awe, she had never held anything so old and valuable before.
“The book can never leave these chambers,” Albus explained. “It’s been charmed to resist any attempt to take it through the door, but you’re welcome to visit me and read it. Though I hope you won’t only be coming to spend time with Godric.” He grinned and she hit him playfully.
“Well, I imagine I will be here often this summer, perhaps you’ll be able to spare me for an hour here and there?” she smiled.
“Be here often? I thought you were going to stay with me this summer,” Albus pretended to look hurt.
“Hmm, I might need some convincing,” Minerva looked at him seductively and blindly set the book on the table beside the couch as he gathered her into his arms for a kiss.
Albus took his time in drawing Minerva to him and then very slowly and teasingly lowered his lips to hers. She was expecting a long drawn out passionate kiss and was more than a little disappointed when he made no move to deepen it, but instead broke the kiss after only a few tantalizing moments.
He chuckled at the noise of protest she made. “Lunch is waiting for us and then we have work to do,” he said.
“Fine, but you owe me,” she answered.
“Don’t worry, I always pay my debts,” he whispered huskily in her ear, causing a shiver to chase up Minerva’s spine.
They ate lunch quickly and went back to unpacking. Spells helped some, but there were some tasks that just had to be done by hand such as hanging the paintings and putting all of Albus’ spindly silver instruments and photographs on the proper surfaces. When they finished the bedroom and sitting room they moved into the office to make it more Albus-like. After everything had been arranged to his satisfaction, Albus excused himself to finish the preparations for a special dinner he had promised as a way of thanking Minerva for her help. Moving her things tomorrow would be much easier than moving his as she owned far less and was at least ten times more organized.
While he was gone, Minerva decided to go back to the diary. She was too tired to even take a shower and Albus had hinted at taking a bath together later so she didn’t bother cleaning herself up. Going into the small sitting room, she walked straight to the “G” section of the bookshelf. There was a space between Graves, Robert and Hardy, Thomas where Gryffindor, Godric should have been, but the book was missing. Minerva panicked for a moment and then remembered that she had left the book on the table and she breathed again, berating herself for being so careless with such a valuable book. She turned around and moved toward the table, it wasn’t there. Her eyes flew frantically around the room and she dropped to her knees to look under the furniture. The book was nowhere to be seen. Minerva knew that it still had to be in the study, Albus had told her it was charmed to never cross the threshold. She searched the room several times over with no results before Albus returned to tell her that dinner was ready.
It was raining and they couldn’t go on the starlit picnic he had planned so Albus had set everything up in his old rooms, soon to be her new rooms. The furniture had been pushed aside and a blanket was spread on the floor of the sitting room along with a basket containing all their favorite foods. He had conjured several candles to float overhead and they enjoyed a long leisurely dinner before growing playful.
Albus banished the empty dishes to the kitchens and they cuddled together on the blanket exchanging passionate kisses and tender caresses. Minerva forgot about the book until Albus suggested they move to his new chambers where it would be more comfortable. She didn’t know how to tell him she had lost the oldest book in the wizarding world and suggested moving to the bed in the next room.
“There’s no bedding,” Albus replied in confusion. “Besides, I promised you a bath, remember?” He smiled and stroked a loose tendril of hair off her face.
Minerva knew that she would never be able to give him a valid reason for spending the night on an unmade bed so she agreed and let him help her up. They walked hand-in-hand to the headmaster’s chambers and Albus wondered why she was so quiet. When they reached his new rooms, he drew a warm bubble bath and helped Minerva into the tub. They tenderly washed each other and remained relaxing in the tub until the water cooled, but Albus couldn’t help noticing that Minerva was distracted.
“Is anything wrong, Minerva?” he asked as they dried each other off.
Minerva sighed and studied the floor for a moment before looking up at Albus. “I lost the diary,” she said quietly.
It took Albus a moment to realize what she meant and then he burst out laughing. Minerva stared at him in confusion. When he finally calmed down again, he took her by the hand and led her into the study.
“This diary?” he asked, pulling the ancient book off the shelf.
Minerva could only gape at the book. She had been panicking for hours and it had simply been on the wrong shelf?!
“I saw it laying on the table when you took a break to use the loo and I thought it best to put it away,” Albus explained.
She rolled her eyes, “You put it at the end of the alphabet! If you had put it away in order I wouldn’t have spent the last three or four hours worrying that I’d lost one of the most valuable books in our world.”
He chuckled and pulled her firmly to him, reaching up to shelve the book properly. “Sometimes I think you are a little too organized, my dear,” he smiled and kissed the top of her head.
“Well, at least I always know where things are! If people put them back where they belong,” she added, narrowing her eyes.
“Alright, I promise I’ll always put things back ‘where they belong,’” Albus relented. “Come to bed?” he suggested with an irresistible smile.
Minerva nodded. “We’ve got another long day ahead of us tomorrow, we should get some sleep,” she teased him.
“We can sleep late,” he replied lightly, picking her up and carrying her to bed.
They did indeed sleep late into the next morning and then made quick work of relocating Minerva’s belongings into the larger head of house chambers. This time, nothing got lost and Albus was careful not to put anything away without inquiring about its proper place. They fell asleep that night eagerly anticipating a restful summer before the new duties began, knowing much of their free time would be spent reading Godric Gryffindor’s diary.
The End
A/N: Not to sound like a snob or anything, but if I should happen to win again...which I don't expect to. I want the person with the next highest number of reviews to win officially and issue the next challenge. I've won to much recently and I'm just writing for fun this time.
Moving
“Albus, I wish you had let me help you pack,” Minerva sighed. “These boxes are in no order at all. Why are your shoes in the same box as your towels?”
“It all makes sense to me,” Albus replied casually as he opened the box containing his family pictures and his underwear.
Minerva just shook her head, she would never understand the way his mind worked. She left to go bring the last two boxes from Albus’ old rooms to the headmaster’s chambers. He had just been promoted, after the retirement of Armando Dippet, and they were spending the weekend doing a lot of moving. Tomorrow they would move Minerva’s things to the room in Gryffindor Tower that Albus had just vacated. In addition to becoming his deputy headmistress, Minerva was taking over Albus’ duties as head of Gryffindor House. It was going to be a long weekend, but afterward they would have the entire summer holiday to relax. Minerva had insisted they do all the moving immediately to get it out of the way. She had been packing her own belongings this morning and unfortunately had left Albus to his own devices in packing his things.
When she returned to Albus’ new rooms it was to find him standing in the center of the room with everything he owned strewn across the floor. Minerva let the boxes she had been levitating drop to the floor with a loud thump.
“Albus!”
He turned and looked at her sheepishly, “Why don’t we take a break for lunch, my dear? I’ll have the house elves bring something up to the office.”
Minerva could only nod, she was still staring at the mess in dismay. Albus left and she tried to assert some order in his room. A spell or two sent all his clothes to their proper places and the removal of just the socks from the floor made a vast improvement. Her next spell sent the books flying to the shelves, in alphabetical order by author as she preferred. When she approached the shelves to inspect her work, Minerva noticed a book she had never seen before. Albus returned a few minutes later to find her completely engrossed in the thick and ancient looking book. He drew her attention by sneaking up behind her and dropping a kiss on the top of her head.
“Albus!” she gasped in surprise. “I didn’t hear you come in.”
He chuckled, “It’s rare I can sneak up on you, I think I’ll treasure the memory of this moment. What were you reading so intently?”
She shook her head and motioned for him to join her on the couch. “Is this yours? I’ve never seen it before.”
Albus took the book and examined it briefly, “This, my dear, is the diary of Godric Gryffindor. It has been passed down from headmaster – or mistress – to headmaster ever since his death and is one of the oldest and most valuable books known to wizard kind.”
Minerva looked at the book in awe, she had never held anything so old and valuable before.
“The book can never leave these chambers,” Albus explained. “It’s been charmed to resist any attempt to take it through the door, but you’re welcome to visit me and read it. Though I hope you won’t only be coming to spend time with Godric.” He grinned and she hit him playfully.
“Well, I imagine I will be here often this summer, perhaps you’ll be able to spare me for an hour here and there?” she smiled.
“Be here often? I thought you were going to stay with me this summer,” Albus pretended to look hurt.
“Hmm, I might need some convincing,” Minerva looked at him seductively and blindly set the book on the table beside the couch as he gathered her into his arms for a kiss.
Albus took his time in drawing Minerva to him and then very slowly and teasingly lowered his lips to hers. She was expecting a long drawn out passionate kiss and was more than a little disappointed when he made no move to deepen it, but instead broke the kiss after only a few tantalizing moments.
He chuckled at the noise of protest she made. “Lunch is waiting for us and then we have work to do,” he said.
“Fine, but you owe me,” she answered.
“Don’t worry, I always pay my debts,” he whispered huskily in her ear, causing a shiver to chase up Minerva’s spine.
They ate lunch quickly and went back to unpacking. Spells helped some, but there were some tasks that just had to be done by hand such as hanging the paintings and putting all of Albus’ spindly silver instruments and photographs on the proper surfaces. When they finished the bedroom and sitting room they moved into the office to make it more Albus-like. After everything had been arranged to his satisfaction, Albus excused himself to finish the preparations for a special dinner he had promised as a way of thanking Minerva for her help. Moving her things tomorrow would be much easier than moving his as she owned far less and was at least ten times more organized.
While he was gone, Minerva decided to go back to the diary. She was too tired to even take a shower and Albus had hinted at taking a bath together later so she didn’t bother cleaning herself up. Going into the small sitting room, she walked straight to the “G” section of the bookshelf. There was a space between Graves, Robert and Hardy, Thomas where Gryffindor, Godric should have been, but the book was missing. Minerva panicked for a moment and then remembered that she had left the book on the table and she breathed again, berating herself for being so careless with such a valuable book. She turned around and moved toward the table, it wasn’t there. Her eyes flew frantically around the room and she dropped to her knees to look under the furniture. The book was nowhere to be seen. Minerva knew that it still had to be in the study, Albus had told her it was charmed to never cross the threshold. She searched the room several times over with no results before Albus returned to tell her that dinner was ready.
It was raining and they couldn’t go on the starlit picnic he had planned so Albus had set everything up in his old rooms, soon to be her new rooms. The furniture had been pushed aside and a blanket was spread on the floor of the sitting room along with a basket containing all their favorite foods. He had conjured several candles to float overhead and they enjoyed a long leisurely dinner before growing playful.
Albus banished the empty dishes to the kitchens and they cuddled together on the blanket exchanging passionate kisses and tender caresses. Minerva forgot about the book until Albus suggested they move to his new chambers where it would be more comfortable. She didn’t know how to tell him she had lost the oldest book in the wizarding world and suggested moving to the bed in the next room.
“There’s no bedding,” Albus replied in confusion. “Besides, I promised you a bath, remember?” He smiled and stroked a loose tendril of hair off her face.
Minerva knew that she would never be able to give him a valid reason for spending the night on an unmade bed so she agreed and let him help her up. They walked hand-in-hand to the headmaster’s chambers and Albus wondered why she was so quiet. When they reached his new rooms, he drew a warm bubble bath and helped Minerva into the tub. They tenderly washed each other and remained relaxing in the tub until the water cooled, but Albus couldn’t help noticing that Minerva was distracted.
“Is anything wrong, Minerva?” he asked as they dried each other off.
Minerva sighed and studied the floor for a moment before looking up at Albus. “I lost the diary,” she said quietly.
It took Albus a moment to realize what she meant and then he burst out laughing. Minerva stared at him in confusion. When he finally calmed down again, he took her by the hand and led her into the study.
“This diary?” he asked, pulling the ancient book off the shelf.
Minerva could only gape at the book. She had been panicking for hours and it had simply been on the wrong shelf?!
“I saw it laying on the table when you took a break to use the loo and I thought it best to put it away,” Albus explained.
She rolled her eyes, “You put it at the end of the alphabet! If you had put it away in order I wouldn’t have spent the last three or four hours worrying that I’d lost one of the most valuable books in our world.”
He chuckled and pulled her firmly to him, reaching up to shelve the book properly. “Sometimes I think you are a little too organized, my dear,” he smiled and kissed the top of her head.
“Well, at least I always know where things are! If people put them back where they belong,” she added, narrowing her eyes.
“Alright, I promise I’ll always put things back ‘where they belong,’” Albus relented. “Come to bed?” he suggested with an irresistible smile.
Minerva nodded. “We’ve got another long day ahead of us tomorrow, we should get some sleep,” she teased him.
“We can sleep late,” he replied lightly, picking her up and carrying her to bed.
They did indeed sleep late into the next morning and then made quick work of relocating Minerva’s belongings into the larger head of house chambers. This time, nothing got lost and Albus was careful not to put anything away without inquiring about its proper place. They fell asleep that night eagerly anticipating a restful summer before the new duties began, knowing much of their free time would be spent reading Godric Gryffindor’s diary.
The End
A/N: Not to sound like a snob or anything, but if I should happen to win again...which I don't expect to. I want the person with the next highest number of reviews to win officially and issue the next challenge. I've won to much recently and I'm just writing for fun this time.
I liked your response. I did look around for the lemonade stand because there was a citrussy smell in the air but alas, I must continue to thirst.
Good job!