Post by Sensiblyquirky on Jan 21, 2005 20:59:41 GMT -5
The Ball Boy
This is written by me and BlueEyedHalfling. She is my dork of a friend who registered on the board to embarrass me, but we are corrupting her!
Albus Dumbledore closed his eyes as the last train whistle could be heard from his office window; after this year’s disaster of the Chamber of Secrets and his short removal from the school Albus was looking forward to the summer break. Not only because he could relax, but this summer he could spend every day with Minerva; Albus smiled as he thought about his Deputy.
His, indeed she was his now in every sense of the word. This year had succeeded in bringing Albus and Minerva closer as much more than friends, and he was looking forward to spoiling her this summer.
His thoughts were interrupted as two arms wound around his waist. “What are you thinking?” Minerva asked into his back.
“I was thinking of ways I could spoil you this summer.”
“I like the sound of that.”
Albus turned around in Minerva’s arms to kiss her warmly. “Albus will you be busy the fifth and sixth of July,” Minerva asked as she leaned her head on his shoulder.
“Sure,” was Albus’ noncommittal response; he was too busy undoing her hair from the tight bun she wore it in to pay too much attention.
“Good. My cousin Sarah, married a muggle you know, gave me tickets to some sporting event called Wimbledon. It’s tennis, dear, and knowing how much you love muggle traditions I thought we could go and spend a weekend in London,” she finished placing a gentle kiss on his neck.
Albus stiffened immediately, and stammered for some excuse to get out of the weekend planned, “I’m sorry I forgot, my dear, but I have a meeting with the Minister scheduled that weekend and you know how Fudge gets when he is postponed.”
“Are you sure you couldn’t get out of it? Just think a whole weekend away from our world; I’m sure we can find some interesting things to do,” Minerva tried again as she traced designs over her chest. Ever since receiving the tickets she thought they would be a great way to get out of the castle, and have Albus all to herself for at least two days.
“I’m sorry Minerva, but I can’t. I’ll make it up to you though,” he said kissing her forehead and then moving away.
For the next few days Minerva noticed a slight change in Albus’ behavior toward her, and her own doubts about how he could possibly find her attractive and desirable when every single, and some married, women were falling at his feet resurfaced ten fold. So when she found herself alone in his office, with his calendar on his desk Minerva decided to take a peak at the month of July. To her surprise and horror there was no such meeting scheduled for the fifth and sixth of July. As Minerva starred at the empty weekend one scenario danced across her brain: her Albus on the arm of some beautiful young woman as they enjoyed all London had to offer.
Not wanting Albus to see her Minerva left his office quickly, the tears already streaming down her face before she could reach her rooms. Sitting down on her couch she thought of the various ways she could confront him, finally just settling on the truth and then her desire to spend the rest of the summer away from the castle.
Minerva was about to return to Albus’ office when he walked into her rooms, “Minerva, what happened? Are you feeling well?”
“I know, Albus.”
“You know what, darling?”
“Don’t call me that when you have some young thing you are seeing this weekend!” Minerva yelled in anger.
“What, who? Minerva I have no idea what you are talking about,” Albus responded a confused look blanketing his face.
“I saw your calendar today and you have no meeting with Fudge on the fifth and sixth! Why didn’t you just say that you wanted to end the relationship, but cheating on me Albus? I never thought you could stoop that low.”
“I’m not cheating on you Minerva, and nor has the idea ever crossed my mind.”
“Then why don’t you want to spend a weekend away from this castle with me?”
“I would love to, but I didn’t want to go to Wimbledon.”
Minerva stopped her pacing and gave Albus a curious look, but he spoke before she could say anything else. “I didn’t want to have to tell you why I don’t want to go. I know you will think my reason silly.”
“Try me.”
“When I was young my father procured tickets to the exact event you speak of, and he asked if I wanted to be a ball boy for the tournament. As a ball boy you crouch beside of the net, and have to retrieve all balls at a very quick pace so the game can continue. I was chosen due to my speed, I was quite fast in my youth,” he added puffing out his chest a bit.
“It was my second match and I was by the net waiting for the player to my left to serve. When he did it was a mis-hit, which struck the frame of the racquet and redirected the ball…at my head. I wasn’t quick enough to move and was knocked backwards, suffering a concussion. The rackets they use now are even faster, and I must confess after that embarrassing incident I have never wanted to see a match again, especially not at Wimbledon.”
Minerva was trying hard not to laugh as she listened to Albus recount his tale, but she failed miserably. Seeing his pouting expression she crossed the room and drew her into his arms.
“There, there,” she said as she stroked his hair, “I’m sorry you had such an experience, but you can tell me these things Albus.”
“It was very traumatic you know, but I’m sorry I lied to you.”
“I’m sorry I thought you were cheating; I guess I just wonder how you could love someone like me, there are hoards of women, much more attractive than I, who would give themselves to you in a second.”
“You are the most beautiful, intelligent, witty, wonderful woman I know Minerva, and I’m the one that cannot understand why someone like you is with a barmy old codger like me.”
“Well I have always preferred older men. Now what about that weekend in Austria, is that too much to ask? Or did you have a traumatic experience with Lederhosen,” Minerva asked with a twinkle in her eye.
P.S. GO FEDERER! (that’s from amy)
This is written by me and BlueEyedHalfling. She is my dork of a friend who registered on the board to embarrass me, but we are corrupting her!
Albus Dumbledore closed his eyes as the last train whistle could be heard from his office window; after this year’s disaster of the Chamber of Secrets and his short removal from the school Albus was looking forward to the summer break. Not only because he could relax, but this summer he could spend every day with Minerva; Albus smiled as he thought about his Deputy.
His, indeed she was his now in every sense of the word. This year had succeeded in bringing Albus and Minerva closer as much more than friends, and he was looking forward to spoiling her this summer.
His thoughts were interrupted as two arms wound around his waist. “What are you thinking?” Minerva asked into his back.
“I was thinking of ways I could spoil you this summer.”
“I like the sound of that.”
Albus turned around in Minerva’s arms to kiss her warmly. “Albus will you be busy the fifth and sixth of July,” Minerva asked as she leaned her head on his shoulder.
“Sure,” was Albus’ noncommittal response; he was too busy undoing her hair from the tight bun she wore it in to pay too much attention.
“Good. My cousin Sarah, married a muggle you know, gave me tickets to some sporting event called Wimbledon. It’s tennis, dear, and knowing how much you love muggle traditions I thought we could go and spend a weekend in London,” she finished placing a gentle kiss on his neck.
Albus stiffened immediately, and stammered for some excuse to get out of the weekend planned, “I’m sorry I forgot, my dear, but I have a meeting with the Minister scheduled that weekend and you know how Fudge gets when he is postponed.”
“Are you sure you couldn’t get out of it? Just think a whole weekend away from our world; I’m sure we can find some interesting things to do,” Minerva tried again as she traced designs over her chest. Ever since receiving the tickets she thought they would be a great way to get out of the castle, and have Albus all to herself for at least two days.
“I’m sorry Minerva, but I can’t. I’ll make it up to you though,” he said kissing her forehead and then moving away.
For the next few days Minerva noticed a slight change in Albus’ behavior toward her, and her own doubts about how he could possibly find her attractive and desirable when every single, and some married, women were falling at his feet resurfaced ten fold. So when she found herself alone in his office, with his calendar on his desk Minerva decided to take a peak at the month of July. To her surprise and horror there was no such meeting scheduled for the fifth and sixth of July. As Minerva starred at the empty weekend one scenario danced across her brain: her Albus on the arm of some beautiful young woman as they enjoyed all London had to offer.
Not wanting Albus to see her Minerva left his office quickly, the tears already streaming down her face before she could reach her rooms. Sitting down on her couch she thought of the various ways she could confront him, finally just settling on the truth and then her desire to spend the rest of the summer away from the castle.
Minerva was about to return to Albus’ office when he walked into her rooms, “Minerva, what happened? Are you feeling well?”
“I know, Albus.”
“You know what, darling?”
“Don’t call me that when you have some young thing you are seeing this weekend!” Minerva yelled in anger.
“What, who? Minerva I have no idea what you are talking about,” Albus responded a confused look blanketing his face.
“I saw your calendar today and you have no meeting with Fudge on the fifth and sixth! Why didn’t you just say that you wanted to end the relationship, but cheating on me Albus? I never thought you could stoop that low.”
“I’m not cheating on you Minerva, and nor has the idea ever crossed my mind.”
“Then why don’t you want to spend a weekend away from this castle with me?”
“I would love to, but I didn’t want to go to Wimbledon.”
Minerva stopped her pacing and gave Albus a curious look, but he spoke before she could say anything else. “I didn’t want to have to tell you why I don’t want to go. I know you will think my reason silly.”
“Try me.”
“When I was young my father procured tickets to the exact event you speak of, and he asked if I wanted to be a ball boy for the tournament. As a ball boy you crouch beside of the net, and have to retrieve all balls at a very quick pace so the game can continue. I was chosen due to my speed, I was quite fast in my youth,” he added puffing out his chest a bit.
“It was my second match and I was by the net waiting for the player to my left to serve. When he did it was a mis-hit, which struck the frame of the racquet and redirected the ball…at my head. I wasn’t quick enough to move and was knocked backwards, suffering a concussion. The rackets they use now are even faster, and I must confess after that embarrassing incident I have never wanted to see a match again, especially not at Wimbledon.”
Minerva was trying hard not to laugh as she listened to Albus recount his tale, but she failed miserably. Seeing his pouting expression she crossed the room and drew her into his arms.
“There, there,” she said as she stroked his hair, “I’m sorry you had such an experience, but you can tell me these things Albus.”
“It was very traumatic you know, but I’m sorry I lied to you.”
“I’m sorry I thought you were cheating; I guess I just wonder how you could love someone like me, there are hoards of women, much more attractive than I, who would give themselves to you in a second.”
“You are the most beautiful, intelligent, witty, wonderful woman I know Minerva, and I’m the one that cannot understand why someone like you is with a barmy old codger like me.”
“Well I have always preferred older men. Now what about that weekend in Austria, is that too much to ask? Or did you have a traumatic experience with Lederhosen,” Minerva asked with a twinkle in her eye.
P.S. GO FEDERER! (that’s from amy)
! Great work!