Post by Sensiblyquirky on Jan 12, 2005 13:48:06 GMT -5
Minerva McGonagall walked into Albus Dumbledore’s office surprised to find the Headmaster surveying himself in front of a mirror. Knowing she had had a long week Minerva paused to close her eyes and slowly open them again in hopes of finding Albus working at his desk, but when she opened them he was still gazing intently into the mirror.
“Albus I did not realize you had narcissistic characteristics.”
“Minerva what color are my eyes?”
Being a teacher Minerva had years of practice on the correct way to respond to what she felt was a stupid question, but as Albus asked his previous question all that training failed Minerva and she looked at him as if he had asked the single dumbest thing a person could. “Blue.”
“No, what shade of blue?”
Still not sure of where this was going Minerva just answered dully, “sky blue.”
“They are not.”
“Then, pray tell, what color are they?”
“Though they can appear light I think they are darker lots of times.”
“No, they are sky blue all the time.”
Finally Albus set the mirror down and narrowed his beautiful eyes at his Deputy in an attempt to scare her into changing her answer.
“Minerva maybe you have had a hard week, but they are darker than you say.” Albus insisted.
“If you truly believe that you are blind, and not as intelligent as you would appear. Just look in the mirror Albus, and what brought this up?”
“I overheard some students commenting on them earlier and they agreed with you, but all of you are wrong.”
Minerva was getting quite fed up with Albus’ insistence that his eyes were a darker shade of blue, and she failed to understand why it mattered to him; after all he had the most beautiful eyes she had ever seen.
Gripping her chair tighter Minerva tried again, “The only person wrong is you. Your eyes are sky blue, and they always are at every moment of the day. Whether it is breakfast, in staff meetings, in our chess games in the evening they are always a sky blue. I fail to see the problem in that, and your constant insistence is starting to annoy me.”
“And your failure to see that I am right is annoying me! Why did you come up here anyway?” Albus said coldly as he stood up and moved in front of his desk.
“I came up here just to talk after a stressful week, but I ask you to prepare me the next time you are being so vain and I’ll stay in my own rooms!” Part of Minerva chided her for raising her voice, but the other part of her decided he needed that if not more.
“Please save us all the trouble of dealing with your infamous temper, but I truly thought you would be able to see that I was right.”
Minerva had had enough and she moved quickly so as to grab the mirror Albus was using, and forced it into his face.
“Albus you have sky blue eyes; just look at them! I of all people should know I look into them most of the day. They are sky blue, with tiny flecks of a slightly lighter shade to give contrast. Your eyes have a claming influence, because they look like the sky would on a beautiful summer day: no cloud in sight. They have always been very beautiful, what is so wrong with them being light?”
When Minerva started to describe Albus’ eyes in detail Albus removed his gaze from the mirror to her face, and was a bit surprised, but pleased, to see her eyes were closed and she was not even looking at his face.
When Minerva opened her eyes she turned to look at Albus, and quickly dropped the mirror and began to retreat from Albus.
“I-I..,” but Minerva couldn’t finish her sentence, and she thought to herself this week couldn’t get worse. That was until she realized she was backing into a corner, and Albus was still following her his gaze intent upon her face.
Minerva was almost flush against the wall when Fawkes gave a loud screech from behind her, and due to Minerva’s oblivious state of the bird she screamed and flew into Albus’ arms.
Albus smiled at his pet, and Fawkes titled his head and disappeared after crooning a note as if to say “my job here is done.”
“Bloody bird.”
Albus returned his gaze to the woman in his arms, and slowly let a hand travel up her spine to her neck. “Oh I don’t know I’m rather grateful to him myself.”
“Is this how you get the women in your arms? Use your chicken?”
Albus’ silence made Minerva apologize, “Your bird.”
“Thank you, and in answer to your question I have never used Fawkes to get women; the only one I’ve wanted for more years then I should admit is you.”
Minerva lifted her head to look in Albus’ eyes, and was startled to find they were darker than she had ever seen them.
Confused by her look Albus started to loosen his grip on her, but Minerva moved her hands to his face before he could move away. She held his face in her hands as her thumbs ran over his cheekbones.
“I stand corrected; your eyes are rather dark now.”
Albus smiled, “I told you!”
“I did not say all the time I just said now they are.” Minerva countered lowering her hands to his upper arms.
Leaning in so their lips were almost touching Albus whispered, “Well I’m sure with a little help from you it won’t be long till they are very dark indeed.”
“How long will they stay dark?” Minerva breathed out.
“That depends, how long will you stay?”
Minerva just smiled and closed the little gap between them.
Not my best, but it was what I could do.
“Albus I did not realize you had narcissistic characteristics.”
“Minerva what color are my eyes?”
Being a teacher Minerva had years of practice on the correct way to respond to what she felt was a stupid question, but as Albus asked his previous question all that training failed Minerva and she looked at him as if he had asked the single dumbest thing a person could. “Blue.”
“No, what shade of blue?”
Still not sure of where this was going Minerva just answered dully, “sky blue.”
“They are not.”
“Then, pray tell, what color are they?”
“Though they can appear light I think they are darker lots of times.”
“No, they are sky blue all the time.”
Finally Albus set the mirror down and narrowed his beautiful eyes at his Deputy in an attempt to scare her into changing her answer.
“Minerva maybe you have had a hard week, but they are darker than you say.” Albus insisted.
“If you truly believe that you are blind, and not as intelligent as you would appear. Just look in the mirror Albus, and what brought this up?”
“I overheard some students commenting on them earlier and they agreed with you, but all of you are wrong.”
Minerva was getting quite fed up with Albus’ insistence that his eyes were a darker shade of blue, and she failed to understand why it mattered to him; after all he had the most beautiful eyes she had ever seen.
Gripping her chair tighter Minerva tried again, “The only person wrong is you. Your eyes are sky blue, and they always are at every moment of the day. Whether it is breakfast, in staff meetings, in our chess games in the evening they are always a sky blue. I fail to see the problem in that, and your constant insistence is starting to annoy me.”
“And your failure to see that I am right is annoying me! Why did you come up here anyway?” Albus said coldly as he stood up and moved in front of his desk.
“I came up here just to talk after a stressful week, but I ask you to prepare me the next time you are being so vain and I’ll stay in my own rooms!” Part of Minerva chided her for raising her voice, but the other part of her decided he needed that if not more.
“Please save us all the trouble of dealing with your infamous temper, but I truly thought you would be able to see that I was right.”
Minerva had had enough and she moved quickly so as to grab the mirror Albus was using, and forced it into his face.
“Albus you have sky blue eyes; just look at them! I of all people should know I look into them most of the day. They are sky blue, with tiny flecks of a slightly lighter shade to give contrast. Your eyes have a claming influence, because they look like the sky would on a beautiful summer day: no cloud in sight. They have always been very beautiful, what is so wrong with them being light?”
When Minerva started to describe Albus’ eyes in detail Albus removed his gaze from the mirror to her face, and was a bit surprised, but pleased, to see her eyes were closed and she was not even looking at his face.
When Minerva opened her eyes she turned to look at Albus, and quickly dropped the mirror and began to retreat from Albus.
“I-I..,” but Minerva couldn’t finish her sentence, and she thought to herself this week couldn’t get worse. That was until she realized she was backing into a corner, and Albus was still following her his gaze intent upon her face.
Minerva was almost flush against the wall when Fawkes gave a loud screech from behind her, and due to Minerva’s oblivious state of the bird she screamed and flew into Albus’ arms.
Albus smiled at his pet, and Fawkes titled his head and disappeared after crooning a note as if to say “my job here is done.”
“Bloody bird.”
Albus returned his gaze to the woman in his arms, and slowly let a hand travel up her spine to her neck. “Oh I don’t know I’m rather grateful to him myself.”
“Is this how you get the women in your arms? Use your chicken?”
Albus’ silence made Minerva apologize, “Your bird.”
“Thank you, and in answer to your question I have never used Fawkes to get women; the only one I’ve wanted for more years then I should admit is you.”
Minerva lifted her head to look in Albus’ eyes, and was startled to find they were darker than she had ever seen them.
Confused by her look Albus started to loosen his grip on her, but Minerva moved her hands to his face before he could move away. She held his face in her hands as her thumbs ran over his cheekbones.
“I stand corrected; your eyes are rather dark now.”
Albus smiled, “I told you!”
“I did not say all the time I just said now they are.” Minerva countered lowering her hands to his upper arms.
Leaning in so their lips were almost touching Albus whispered, “Well I’m sure with a little help from you it won’t be long till they are very dark indeed.”
“How long will they stay dark?” Minerva breathed out.
“That depends, how long will you stay?”
Minerva just smiled and closed the little gap between them.
Not my best, but it was what I could do.
Great challenge-response!
