Post by Karlynne on May 12, 2005 0:20:42 GMT -5
If You Can’t Stand The Heat, Stay Out Of My Bedroom
Challenge Response
Summary: This is in response to Challenge #29
Rating: Not suitable for anyone over the age of 160 unless parental permission is given.
Warning: I am not fond of Severus Snape and willingly take as many jabs at him as possible. I couldn’t decide which character I disliked more so I felt the need to poke at more than one. Karlie
Albus Dumbledore watched his wife, Minerva bustling about their bedroom. OWL results had been received today and she was still fuming over the results. He dreaded her response when NEWT scores came the following week.
The acknowledgment of Voldemort’s return by the Ministry created large delays in the more mundane matters the bureaucratic branch of the government provided. Minerva was blaming the dismal scores on the overall low moral of the school last term. Delores Umbridge had eroded the confidence of her students and created an atmosphere that wasn’t conducive to studying.
Minerva was muttering to herself and he could hear snatches of words. Amphibious hag seemed to be her favorite term for the former High Inquisitor and Albus feared Minerva would feel it her right to dissect the toad for the educational benefits to her pupils.
He rose from the wing chair near the window and over to Minerva. If she was this worked up there was only one way to calm her down. It might take hours until her anger and frustration was dispelled but he was willing to remain with her for however long it took. He was proud of his ability to keep his wife thoroughly sated. He thoroughly enjoyed the time spent with her while he soothed her but he always chose ways in which to seek his revenge on those that upset her.
Minerva rose with the sun and slid from bed. Albus would need additional hours of rest if he hoped to recover by the time the staff met at ten that morning. She smiled softly as she gazed lovingly at her husband. He had taken her to many heights last night and she feared he wouldn’t awaken until lunchtime. No matter, she could handle the faculty meeting alone if necessary.
The entire staff of Hogwarts, minus Argus Filch, was assembled in the professors’ lounge by nine in the morning. Minerva had passed out the class schedules immediately following breakfast and most of the Head of Houses immediately began looking at last year’s fifth year student scores and class lists.
“Minerva, I didn’t think it was possible for a muggleborn to receive only an Acceptable in Muggle Studies.” This comment came from Madame Sprout and there were chuckles around the room. Muggleborns always thought the class was a bird course but they failed to realize the class was about the wizarding world’s perception of muggles, which sometimes differed greatly from a muggleborn’s view.
“Minerva, I see only two of your precious cubs were able to obtain the necessary grade to continue with NEWT level Potions.” Severus’ oily voice cut through the room although he spoke at a low volume. “I was told there is a considerable number of students hoping to train as aurors. I will not accept any student that did not obtain an Outstanding on his Potions OWL.” He reclined lazily in his chair and challenged her with his eyes.
Prior to June Minerva’s greatest virtue may have been the devotion she held for each student attending Hogwarts. She was always fair, always professional, and always consistent. She tolerated Severus’ abuse of the students only because Albus cautioned her not to interfere with day-to-day operations in the old bat’s classroom.
No, a year of dealing with Delores had changed a few views. The attack by the ministry against her had changed what she was willing to accept, and the shocked look on her cubs’ faces at the end of the year made her realize that she had to do more.
“You need not concern yourself with any of my Gryffindors that are not in your classes.” Minerva dismissed him with a toss of her chin and she felt his ire rise as evident in his stiff posture.
“You promised Potter he would be in my class.” He smirked but was surprised to see Minerva smiling.
“I did no such thing. I promised him I would help him achieve his goal, as I plan to help all my cubs. I received an Outstanding on my Potions Newt and am perfectly capable in tutoring him and any other Gryffindor that needs it.” Minerva rolled up her class list and placed it in her pocket.
“I suggest you worry about your snakes. None of them received the grade necessary to pass onto Newt Transfigurations except for Zabini and everyone knows how dismally you perform at ‘silly wand waving’. I hope none of them plan on a career needing a NEWT in my course.” Minerva smiled at his discomfort.
Transfigurations and Charms were the two classes needed for nearly every career path chosen. Although a passing score as low as poor was acceptable for many of the careers, the most lucrative jobs expected a higher score.
Albus quickly called the meeting to order to avoid a heated argument from the two Heads of House. The agenda was covered quickly and it was less than an hour later that the meeting was adjourned and everyone rose.
Severus was trying to corner Minerva and coerce her to accept more students in her class.
“I will accept your four that need Potions if you will accept four of mine.” He muttered these words with loathing and Minerva chuckled.
“If one of those four is Malfoy, no deal. Let his father provide a tutor for him. He likes to flaunt his money; this will give him the chance to do so. I’m sorry Severus it wouldn’t be an even exchange.”
The other professors that were listening in paused and looked directly at the pair.
“Four of your students for four of mine is fair, Minerva.”
Minerva’s smile grew wide and her eyes held a wicked gleam. “Come now, Severus. I am not speaking of the students. Your four students would have access to a competent professor that will treat them in a professional manner and fairly. One who would never dock points for imaginary reasons nor give them for the same reason. One who doesn’t write instructions on the board and tell them to get on with it. I teach. I am sorry to say my four would not receive the same treatment so I respectfully decline your offer.”
Silence filled the staff room as Severus glared then stormed out of the room with his robes billowing behind him.
Albus was about to open his mouth and interject when Minerva turned her gaze to him. Her eyes seared into his and he felt his stomach drop. She had been so calm and collected when she was speaking with Severus but he could see the storm brewing in her eyes. It had taken two doses of pepper up and several lemon drops before he felt capable of getting out of bed that morning. He had aches in places he hadn’t felt in some time and his body was pleading for time to recover.
“Albus, I would like to discuss the matter with you in private,” Minerva left the room without a backward glance and Albus swallowed hard.
He slowly traipsed after her and didn’t catch up with her until he entered his office.
“Er… I am certain we can work something out, my dear.”
“I did not call you here to discuss Severus. I have spent more years than I care cleaning up after him, let him handle his snakes in whatever manner he sees fit but he will leave my cubs alone.”
Her voice was strident and he lifted an eyebrow at her.
“Would you care to keep me company in our rooms?” She was already heading towards his sitting room and stopped when he hadn’t moved.
“If you can’t stand the heat, Albus, it’s best you stay out of the bedroom.” She continued walking and Albus took a step in her wake.
He followed the trail of discarded clothing and sighed. He didn’t care if no one applied for the DADA position or how badly Severus wanted the position. He was denying Severus the opportunity again. When will that man learn not to rile Minerva?
Challenge Response
Summary: This is in response to Challenge #29
Rating: Not suitable for anyone over the age of 160 unless parental permission is given.
Warning: I am not fond of Severus Snape and willingly take as many jabs at him as possible. I couldn’t decide which character I disliked more so I felt the need to poke at more than one. Karlie
Albus Dumbledore watched his wife, Minerva bustling about their bedroom. OWL results had been received today and she was still fuming over the results. He dreaded her response when NEWT scores came the following week.
The acknowledgment of Voldemort’s return by the Ministry created large delays in the more mundane matters the bureaucratic branch of the government provided. Minerva was blaming the dismal scores on the overall low moral of the school last term. Delores Umbridge had eroded the confidence of her students and created an atmosphere that wasn’t conducive to studying.
Minerva was muttering to herself and he could hear snatches of words. Amphibious hag seemed to be her favorite term for the former High Inquisitor and Albus feared Minerva would feel it her right to dissect the toad for the educational benefits to her pupils.
He rose from the wing chair near the window and over to Minerva. If she was this worked up there was only one way to calm her down. It might take hours until her anger and frustration was dispelled but he was willing to remain with her for however long it took. He was proud of his ability to keep his wife thoroughly sated. He thoroughly enjoyed the time spent with her while he soothed her but he always chose ways in which to seek his revenge on those that upset her.
Minerva rose with the sun and slid from bed. Albus would need additional hours of rest if he hoped to recover by the time the staff met at ten that morning. She smiled softly as she gazed lovingly at her husband. He had taken her to many heights last night and she feared he wouldn’t awaken until lunchtime. No matter, she could handle the faculty meeting alone if necessary.
The entire staff of Hogwarts, minus Argus Filch, was assembled in the professors’ lounge by nine in the morning. Minerva had passed out the class schedules immediately following breakfast and most of the Head of Houses immediately began looking at last year’s fifth year student scores and class lists.
“Minerva, I didn’t think it was possible for a muggleborn to receive only an Acceptable in Muggle Studies.” This comment came from Madame Sprout and there were chuckles around the room. Muggleborns always thought the class was a bird course but they failed to realize the class was about the wizarding world’s perception of muggles, which sometimes differed greatly from a muggleborn’s view.
“Minerva, I see only two of your precious cubs were able to obtain the necessary grade to continue with NEWT level Potions.” Severus’ oily voice cut through the room although he spoke at a low volume. “I was told there is a considerable number of students hoping to train as aurors. I will not accept any student that did not obtain an Outstanding on his Potions OWL.” He reclined lazily in his chair and challenged her with his eyes.
Prior to June Minerva’s greatest virtue may have been the devotion she held for each student attending Hogwarts. She was always fair, always professional, and always consistent. She tolerated Severus’ abuse of the students only because Albus cautioned her not to interfere with day-to-day operations in the old bat’s classroom.
No, a year of dealing with Delores had changed a few views. The attack by the ministry against her had changed what she was willing to accept, and the shocked look on her cubs’ faces at the end of the year made her realize that she had to do more.
“You need not concern yourself with any of my Gryffindors that are not in your classes.” Minerva dismissed him with a toss of her chin and she felt his ire rise as evident in his stiff posture.
“You promised Potter he would be in my class.” He smirked but was surprised to see Minerva smiling.
“I did no such thing. I promised him I would help him achieve his goal, as I plan to help all my cubs. I received an Outstanding on my Potions Newt and am perfectly capable in tutoring him and any other Gryffindor that needs it.” Minerva rolled up her class list and placed it in her pocket.
“I suggest you worry about your snakes. None of them received the grade necessary to pass onto Newt Transfigurations except for Zabini and everyone knows how dismally you perform at ‘silly wand waving’. I hope none of them plan on a career needing a NEWT in my course.” Minerva smiled at his discomfort.
Transfigurations and Charms were the two classes needed for nearly every career path chosen. Although a passing score as low as poor was acceptable for many of the careers, the most lucrative jobs expected a higher score.
Albus quickly called the meeting to order to avoid a heated argument from the two Heads of House. The agenda was covered quickly and it was less than an hour later that the meeting was adjourned and everyone rose.
Severus was trying to corner Minerva and coerce her to accept more students in her class.
“I will accept your four that need Potions if you will accept four of mine.” He muttered these words with loathing and Minerva chuckled.
“If one of those four is Malfoy, no deal. Let his father provide a tutor for him. He likes to flaunt his money; this will give him the chance to do so. I’m sorry Severus it wouldn’t be an even exchange.”
The other professors that were listening in paused and looked directly at the pair.
“Four of your students for four of mine is fair, Minerva.”
Minerva’s smile grew wide and her eyes held a wicked gleam. “Come now, Severus. I am not speaking of the students. Your four students would have access to a competent professor that will treat them in a professional manner and fairly. One who would never dock points for imaginary reasons nor give them for the same reason. One who doesn’t write instructions on the board and tell them to get on with it. I teach. I am sorry to say my four would not receive the same treatment so I respectfully decline your offer.”
Silence filled the staff room as Severus glared then stormed out of the room with his robes billowing behind him.
Albus was about to open his mouth and interject when Minerva turned her gaze to him. Her eyes seared into his and he felt his stomach drop. She had been so calm and collected when she was speaking with Severus but he could see the storm brewing in her eyes. It had taken two doses of pepper up and several lemon drops before he felt capable of getting out of bed that morning. He had aches in places he hadn’t felt in some time and his body was pleading for time to recover.
“Albus, I would like to discuss the matter with you in private,” Minerva left the room without a backward glance and Albus swallowed hard.
He slowly traipsed after her and didn’t catch up with her until he entered his office.
“Er… I am certain we can work something out, my dear.”
“I did not call you here to discuss Severus. I have spent more years than I care cleaning up after him, let him handle his snakes in whatever manner he sees fit but he will leave my cubs alone.”
Her voice was strident and he lifted an eyebrow at her.
“Would you care to keep me company in our rooms?” She was already heading towards his sitting room and stopped when he hadn’t moved.
“If you can’t stand the heat, Albus, it’s best you stay out of the bedroom.” She continued walking and Albus took a step in her wake.
He followed the trail of discarded clothing and sighed. He didn’t care if no one applied for the DADA position or how badly Severus wanted the position. He was denying Severus the opportunity again. When will that man learn not to rile Minerva?
Thanks for responding!
Great idea!
again no DADA techer position for him.