Post by Sensiblyquirky on Jan 31, 2005 18:01:17 GMT -5
June 2, 1982:
Now I am not prone to over dramatization, but mark this day as one of the lowest and most abysmally wretched of my life. I took the day off from Hogwarts to get some shopping done in Diagon Alley; it is much easier if I try to get everything done at once. Well as I’m walking across the street I hear these children discussing how old I must be, then one of the shop keepers, a new girl, asked if I had grandchildren. (I wanted to hex her on the spot, but thankfully I have some self-control.) But the worst occurred in the lingerie shop that I frequent: I’ve always preferred silk nightgowns and was looking for a new one when a saleswoman approached. She asked if I needed help, to which I declined but finding a peculiar look on her face I inquired and she asked if I was in the right section, and then was foolish enough to start her next sentence with: “Someone your age…”
I have never been so outraged, and she received the strongest tongue lashing I could muster, as did her manager. To top it all off I felt old walking back to the Leaky Cauldron, so I’m going to take a hot bath and hope I forget this day.
~MM
June 3, 1982:
Albus noticed a change in my demeanor this morning; that man notices everything. He is wonderful to try and cheer me up, and he told a rather bawdy joke…I wouldn’t be surprised if he overheard it in our own halls. I must confess yesterday’s events have not escaped my mind, and as a result I’ve started to discern how much slower I seem to do things; so I have come up with a plan for more exercising: runs in my animagus form, dueling practice, and some stretches and dance moves I remember from classes I took when I was a lass.
I’m still quite flexible, but things could use loosening up…I wonder if Albus could help. He would love to duel, and I’m sure I’d welcome any other ways in which he could find to loosen me up, and improve my speed. Perhaps I’ll ask him.
~MM
June 4, 1982:
Albus really is a dear man. He agreed to duel, and I really enjoyed myself today. We practiced for two hours, and he was impressed with a roll and turn move I did (I wonder how many twenty year olds could pull it off…)
When were finished I stayed behind to do some of my stretches and ballet moves only to turn and find Albus watching me. He had the most peculiar look on his face, and his gaze was quite intense. (I blushed.)
Today felt great, but for some reason I cannot shake the feeling that I’m just getting old. It is not something I enjoy, either. Maybe just a few more days and I’ll feel fine.
~MM
June 5, 6, 7, 1982:
Old. Old. Old.
June 8, 1982:
I feel like a new person, and I suppose to a degree I am. I no longer feel old thanks to Albus. Let me recount yesterday evening events:
Noticing I had been glum these past few days he came to my chambers to question me. At first I refused to tell him, but those eyes always ensnarl me and before I knew it I was telling him all about my past week. When I was finished he proceeded to tell me I was quite young, and being old was a mindset and as long as I felt in my heart I was young I would always be young. My response was not as he wished, so he used our exercising as further evidence against my being old, but not even Albus was making me see reason. Then he took a more…physical approach.
He brought my hands up to his face, and kissed each gently and examined them. He pronounced them beautiful, and the skin flawless. To my surprise he removed my outer robe, and started to unbutton my dress. To say I was shocked is an understatement, but nevertheless I allowed him to continue. He started to kiss my neck, after telling me it was much too graceful for someone as unworthy as he…then he pulled my hair down proclaiming that not one grey hair was there. (I should think not!)
We continued my examination in my bed chambers, and I will never forget the look on his face when I brought my leg up over his shoulder. I don’t think he realized just how flexible I can be, but his face soon turned to glee and he was quite happy if that next thrust was any indication. Needless to say we did not go to bed until very early this morning, and I know many more sleepless nights are in our future. I told Albus that if I had known about his treatment for feeling old sooner I would have complained about it years ago. He seemed a bit too pleased and arrogant after that though, so I took care of that right away.
~feeling young, MM
Now I am not prone to over dramatization, but mark this day as one of the lowest and most abysmally wretched of my life. I took the day off from Hogwarts to get some shopping done in Diagon Alley; it is much easier if I try to get everything done at once. Well as I’m walking across the street I hear these children discussing how old I must be, then one of the shop keepers, a new girl, asked if I had grandchildren. (I wanted to hex her on the spot, but thankfully I have some self-control.) But the worst occurred in the lingerie shop that I frequent: I’ve always preferred silk nightgowns and was looking for a new one when a saleswoman approached. She asked if I needed help, to which I declined but finding a peculiar look on her face I inquired and she asked if I was in the right section, and then was foolish enough to start her next sentence with: “Someone your age…”
I have never been so outraged, and she received the strongest tongue lashing I could muster, as did her manager. To top it all off I felt old walking back to the Leaky Cauldron, so I’m going to take a hot bath and hope I forget this day.
~MM
June 3, 1982:
Albus noticed a change in my demeanor this morning; that man notices everything. He is wonderful to try and cheer me up, and he told a rather bawdy joke…I wouldn’t be surprised if he overheard it in our own halls. I must confess yesterday’s events have not escaped my mind, and as a result I’ve started to discern how much slower I seem to do things; so I have come up with a plan for more exercising: runs in my animagus form, dueling practice, and some stretches and dance moves I remember from classes I took when I was a lass.
I’m still quite flexible, but things could use loosening up…I wonder if Albus could help. He would love to duel, and I’m sure I’d welcome any other ways in which he could find to loosen me up, and improve my speed. Perhaps I’ll ask him.
~MM
June 4, 1982:
Albus really is a dear man. He agreed to duel, and I really enjoyed myself today. We practiced for two hours, and he was impressed with a roll and turn move I did (I wonder how many twenty year olds could pull it off…)
When were finished I stayed behind to do some of my stretches and ballet moves only to turn and find Albus watching me. He had the most peculiar look on his face, and his gaze was quite intense. (I blushed.)
Today felt great, but for some reason I cannot shake the feeling that I’m just getting old. It is not something I enjoy, either. Maybe just a few more days and I’ll feel fine.
~MM
June 5, 6, 7, 1982:
Old. Old. Old.
June 8, 1982:
I feel like a new person, and I suppose to a degree I am. I no longer feel old thanks to Albus. Let me recount yesterday evening events:
Noticing I had been glum these past few days he came to my chambers to question me. At first I refused to tell him, but those eyes always ensnarl me and before I knew it I was telling him all about my past week. When I was finished he proceeded to tell me I was quite young, and being old was a mindset and as long as I felt in my heart I was young I would always be young. My response was not as he wished, so he used our exercising as further evidence against my being old, but not even Albus was making me see reason. Then he took a more…physical approach.
He brought my hands up to his face, and kissed each gently and examined them. He pronounced them beautiful, and the skin flawless. To my surprise he removed my outer robe, and started to unbutton my dress. To say I was shocked is an understatement, but nevertheless I allowed him to continue. He started to kiss my neck, after telling me it was much too graceful for someone as unworthy as he…then he pulled my hair down proclaiming that not one grey hair was there. (I should think not!)
We continued my examination in my bed chambers, and I will never forget the look on his face when I brought my leg up over his shoulder. I don’t think he realized just how flexible I can be, but his face soon turned to glee and he was quite happy if that next thrust was any indication. Needless to say we did not go to bed until very early this morning, and I know many more sleepless nights are in our future. I told Albus that if I had known about his treatment for feeling old sooner I would have complained about it years ago. He seemed a bit too pleased and arrogant after that though, so I took care of that right away.
~feeling young, MM
One little thing, though - did you mean for his eyes to "ensnarl" her or "ensnare" her? 
Lovely challenge response! 
