Post by To Undo Bad Luck on Jun 17, 2005 11:09:13 GMT -5
Title: To Undo Bad Luck
Summary: Minerva is expericing bad luck
Rating: 13+
“Stop,” rung down the corridor sending the frantic tone of the Headmasters voice along to Minerva. She wondered for second what all the fuss was for, but with Albus you just never knew. So she spun around seeing several students watching with interest.
“What, Albus?”
“Minerva, did you cross your fingers?” What was wrong with him! His breath was uneven as if he had been running and a wild feverish light shone in his light blue eyes.
“Why, Merlin tell, should I cross my fingers?” His eyes went round as teacups, his hands shaking her rather roughly.
“You just walked under a ladder!” He looked at her as if that was enough explaining and she should be vivid with terror.
“And,” pushing him away from her she settled her ruffled robes irritated.
“And? And! Walking under a ladder means bad luck, unless you cross your fingers until you see a dog,” he talked as if the whole thing was common sense.
“Albus, have you’ve been chatting with Sibyll lately?”
“Mocking fortune is not going to help increase your luck, Minerva,” he quickly took hold of her arm and began walking toward the Great Hall, starring over his shoulder angrily at the long ladder and Filch who stood on it fixing something, giving them a strange glare.
“You have to watch out now, it would be better if you did something to bring you some good luck, let’s see, how about-”
“Albus, I’m not going to talk about bad luck with you, you’re being superstitious,” she tried to free her arm but he held on to her for his dear life. Maybe he was afraid something bad would happen to her. She smothered a laugh, rather typical for Albus Dumbledore to be the superstitious maniac.
Just then a plate full of toast with marmalade was being levitated from the Gryffindor table, a smug first-year grinning at his mates, but after seconds his smile became tight with struggle and the plate flew on its own record toward a unknowing Transfigurations teacher, and collided with her face.
*
“Stop!”
Oh no, not again! Minerva almost decided to flee, but Albus was by her side within a heartbeat, his worried eyes stopping her in her tracks. What was wrong now?
“Minerva, you did not just do what I think I saw you do,” he paused giving her pale bruise on her left cheek an odd look. She was just on her way up to Poppy, to have it removed.
“If you wish to live a thrive. Let the spider run alive,” he then spoke with a lecturing tone.
“A-what?”
“You just trampled a spider to death,” sadly he stared back at the way she had come, on a blackish spot on the floor.
“I’m sorry, I did not see it,” hiking up her skirts she strode on, giving her head a shake.
“But Minerva, you should expect bad luck for killing a spider,” he followed her, looking genuinely truthful.
“Nonsense, Albus. Now, I don’t have time for this-”
A loud raspberry voice sounded and she was met with a cold wave of water, and then another balloon full of water splattered on her head, soaking her in freezing water.
“PEEVES!”
“Upsy Professor,” Peeves had the decency to say before he floated away cackling.
Albus gave her a pointed look.
*
“Minerva,” Albus was shouting standing beside her couch table wearing a most bizarre look. Oh no, what now. She had walked back to her chambers to get some fresh clothes not soaked and stinking. Peeves had put onion-water in the balloons, so she had smelled horrible. And Albus had insisted on escorting her safely to her rooms.
“Tell me you didn’t,” he was looking at her table. What was wrong with her table!?
“Didn’t what?”
“It’s bad luck to place your shoes on your table,” he looked at her brown boots on her table waiting to be polished.
“Rubbish, would you stop acting so irrational, it’s annoying me,” she let her boots remain on the table with a significant look and headed for her door to her office.
Albus followed her, and they were half-way to the Hospital Wing without anything bad happening.
“See, nothing’s going to happen to me, there’s no such thing as bad luck and-”
Five stray brooms bumped into her as she rounded a corner, carrying her all the way back to a long staircase, throwing her down it. The brooms hovered for a moment and then collapsed, lying motionless on top of the stairs. Minerva on the other hand lay groaning at the bottom of the stairs, cursing quite loudly.
“Minerva, are you all right, Minerva,” came Albus’s concerned voice as he came running down to help her.
He received a cold glare, when he helped her up.
“Yes, I’m fine!”
“No, you’re not, Minerva, you’re jinxed!”
“I am not jinxed!”
“Yes, you are, bad luck will follow you for the rest of the day.”
“Albus, please stop all this superstitious talk, I don’t believe in any of it.”
“But I do!”
*
The rest of the day minor accidents followed Minerva around as her shadow until she actually began to wonder, if there was something about it all. Albus had had to leave her in the evening, and had made her promise not to do anything that could cause more bad luck, and had left her in their bedroom with a book on omens. He had in fact asked if she wanted to talk to Sybill, and had nearly then tied her to the bed, when she gave him a 'no', afraid she would leave the room and then get half-killed by some freak accident. Maybe she could do something to ease his mind, she was getting really tired of all this nonsense-talk…
*
“Minerva,” he called finally back from a boring ministry meeting, for a second he felt his stomach clench, when she did not answer immediately.
“In here where you left me,” her voice purred. Being able to breathe again, he pushed the door open and…
…And nearly dropped his tongue on the floor, his eyes rolling out of their sockets.
Lying with her arms behind her head, one leg over another was Minerva, lying naked on their scarlet blankets wearing a flirtatious smirk.
“Err dear, what are you doing?” he deadpanned, his throat itching, no scratch that, his whole body itching.
“Undoing my bad luck,” she ran her tongue over her lower lip, her dark eyes sparkling.
And it was then Albus noticed she wasn’t entirely naked; thousands upon thousand of four-leaf clovers was spread over the bed covering her in a greenish net.
“All the horseshoes smelled!”
The End
A/N: Sorry for any grammar mistakes, this was written very quickly, and my starting headache is really annoying me... Plus, it's just a little silly story... ;D
Summary: Minerva is expericing bad luck
Rating: 13+
“Stop,” rung down the corridor sending the frantic tone of the Headmasters voice along to Minerva. She wondered for second what all the fuss was for, but with Albus you just never knew. So she spun around seeing several students watching with interest.
“What, Albus?”
“Minerva, did you cross your fingers?” What was wrong with him! His breath was uneven as if he had been running and a wild feverish light shone in his light blue eyes.
“Why, Merlin tell, should I cross my fingers?” His eyes went round as teacups, his hands shaking her rather roughly.
“You just walked under a ladder!” He looked at her as if that was enough explaining and she should be vivid with terror.
“And,” pushing him away from her she settled her ruffled robes irritated.
“And? And! Walking under a ladder means bad luck, unless you cross your fingers until you see a dog,” he talked as if the whole thing was common sense.
“Albus, have you’ve been chatting with Sibyll lately?”
“Mocking fortune is not going to help increase your luck, Minerva,” he quickly took hold of her arm and began walking toward the Great Hall, starring over his shoulder angrily at the long ladder and Filch who stood on it fixing something, giving them a strange glare.
“You have to watch out now, it would be better if you did something to bring you some good luck, let’s see, how about-”
“Albus, I’m not going to talk about bad luck with you, you’re being superstitious,” she tried to free her arm but he held on to her for his dear life. Maybe he was afraid something bad would happen to her. She smothered a laugh, rather typical for Albus Dumbledore to be the superstitious maniac.
Just then a plate full of toast with marmalade was being levitated from the Gryffindor table, a smug first-year grinning at his mates, but after seconds his smile became tight with struggle and the plate flew on its own record toward a unknowing Transfigurations teacher, and collided with her face.
*
“Stop!”
Oh no, not again! Minerva almost decided to flee, but Albus was by her side within a heartbeat, his worried eyes stopping her in her tracks. What was wrong now?
“Minerva, you did not just do what I think I saw you do,” he paused giving her pale bruise on her left cheek an odd look. She was just on her way up to Poppy, to have it removed.
“If you wish to live a thrive. Let the spider run alive,” he then spoke with a lecturing tone.
“A-what?”
“You just trampled a spider to death,” sadly he stared back at the way she had come, on a blackish spot on the floor.
“I’m sorry, I did not see it,” hiking up her skirts she strode on, giving her head a shake.
“But Minerva, you should expect bad luck for killing a spider,” he followed her, looking genuinely truthful.
“Nonsense, Albus. Now, I don’t have time for this-”
A loud raspberry voice sounded and she was met with a cold wave of water, and then another balloon full of water splattered on her head, soaking her in freezing water.
“PEEVES!”
“Upsy Professor,” Peeves had the decency to say before he floated away cackling.
Albus gave her a pointed look.
*
“Minerva,” Albus was shouting standing beside her couch table wearing a most bizarre look. Oh no, what now. She had walked back to her chambers to get some fresh clothes not soaked and stinking. Peeves had put onion-water in the balloons, so she had smelled horrible. And Albus had insisted on escorting her safely to her rooms.
“Tell me you didn’t,” he was looking at her table. What was wrong with her table!?
“Didn’t what?”
“It’s bad luck to place your shoes on your table,” he looked at her brown boots on her table waiting to be polished.
“Rubbish, would you stop acting so irrational, it’s annoying me,” she let her boots remain on the table with a significant look and headed for her door to her office.
Albus followed her, and they were half-way to the Hospital Wing without anything bad happening.
“See, nothing’s going to happen to me, there’s no such thing as bad luck and-”
Five stray brooms bumped into her as she rounded a corner, carrying her all the way back to a long staircase, throwing her down it. The brooms hovered for a moment and then collapsed, lying motionless on top of the stairs. Minerva on the other hand lay groaning at the bottom of the stairs, cursing quite loudly.
“Minerva, are you all right, Minerva,” came Albus’s concerned voice as he came running down to help her.
He received a cold glare, when he helped her up.
“Yes, I’m fine!”
“No, you’re not, Minerva, you’re jinxed!”
“I am not jinxed!”
“Yes, you are, bad luck will follow you for the rest of the day.”
“Albus, please stop all this superstitious talk, I don’t believe in any of it.”
“But I do!”
*
The rest of the day minor accidents followed Minerva around as her shadow until she actually began to wonder, if there was something about it all. Albus had had to leave her in the evening, and had made her promise not to do anything that could cause more bad luck, and had left her in their bedroom with a book on omens. He had in fact asked if she wanted to talk to Sybill, and had nearly then tied her to the bed, when she gave him a 'no', afraid she would leave the room and then get half-killed by some freak accident. Maybe she could do something to ease his mind, she was getting really tired of all this nonsense-talk…
*
“Minerva,” he called finally back from a boring ministry meeting, for a second he felt his stomach clench, when she did not answer immediately.
“In here where you left me,” her voice purred. Being able to breathe again, he pushed the door open and…
…And nearly dropped his tongue on the floor, his eyes rolling out of their sockets.
Lying with her arms behind her head, one leg over another was Minerva, lying naked on their scarlet blankets wearing a flirtatious smirk.
“Err dear, what are you doing?” he deadpanned, his throat itching, no scratch that, his whole body itching.
“Undoing my bad luck,” she ran her tongue over her lower lip, her dark eyes sparkling.
And it was then Albus noticed she wasn’t entirely naked; thousands upon thousand of four-leaf clovers was spread over the bed covering her in a greenish net.
“All the horseshoes smelled!”
The End
A/N: Sorry for any grammar mistakes, this was written very quickly, and my starting headache is really annoying me... Plus, it's just a little silly story... ;D
!!!! But i must amit Albus would have started to annoy me too if he hounded me with that all day! 
