Post by Nerweniel on Jun 27, 2005 11:46:07 GMT -5
The Continued Adventures of Penny
A/N: Dedicated to Griselda, since I wrote it for her birthday
. Yep, ladies and gentlemen, Penny the muskrat is still alive and squeaking!
The dignified Headmaster of the most renowned wizarding school in the world bore a remarkable resemblance to a raging idiot as, hair and beard ruffled, half-moon-glasses very near to falling off the sharp tip of his crooked nose, with a sigh he looked around his rooms, now messier than ever. Three hours. Three hours now had he spent looking for-
“Penny? Penny, dear, please!”
- but to no avail. The muskrat seemed to have disappeared, turned into thin air- and it worried him more than it usually would have. Penny was an independent creature, after all- and from time to time, she did enjoy a little outing to the dungeons where she would- lovably, of course- nibble a bit at some innocent potions ingredients- the great irritation of the esteemed Professor Severus Snape. This time, though, Albus knew for a fact that she wasn’t there- due to the lack of smoke coming from his employee’s ears- and she wasn’t in his rooms either- if his mad quest through the rooms he had been sharing with Minerva for a time now proved anything, then it was that.
But where then?
Of course he did grant the furry, brown rat her independence- he always had- but not- no, he repeated, not- when said rat was carrying a bag around her neck, and when that bag contained a brand new, eighteen-carat gold ring, set with emeralds. Not when that bag contained what he hoped would become Minerva’s engagement ring from him.
He’d planned to ask the Transfiguration teacher to marry him for a time now and finally- after nearly a year of courtship- he’d decided to take that chance. He’d had a ring made without minding any costs and now it was finished, what had seemed more appropriate to him than to have the ring carried to her by the muskrat they both adored so much?
Thinking back with all his might, the great wizard once more remembered how he’d put Penny on the couch, rushed away, because he knew Minerva would be there in a few moments- and returned to find Minerva reading in the sofa- and Penelope gone.
With a sigh, the wizard sat down, all twinkles gone from his usually so mischievous blue eyes. Until-
“PENELOPE!”
There is really nothing better than a muskrat gnawing at your butt at seven o’clock in the evening!
Penny, having fallen asleep in the sofa had, apparently, disappeared behind one of the huge cushions Albus loved so very much- and hadn’t awoken again until the Headmaster had sat down again. A happy gnaw at his butt had seemed the appropriate way to show him her presence- and indeed Albus couldn’t cuddle the rat enough as he noticed that the dark red bag was still dangling from the ribbon around her neck.
“Penelope, I can safely say you just saved my life. And now we’re going to give Minerva the surprise of her life, aren’t we?
A happy squeak acknowledged this statement of his and when, moments later, Minerva had made her now fiancé the happiest man in the world, it was the muskrat who was the first one to congratulate the couple as they shared a passionate kiss.
Another squeak, though, was directed at Fawkes- and when the beautiful, golden Phoenix replied with a high, ringing tone, Penelope, emancipated woman as she was, knew that Minerva was not the only bride-to-be.
***
As, about a month later, wedding bells rung through the Great Hall of Hogwarts, a very happy bride with long, black hair locked eyes with the twinkling blue ones of the man who was now her husband.
All eyes were fixed on the newlyweds- and yet had anyone bothered to turn their heads, perhaps they would have seen that high above their heads, a phoenix was flying.
On his feathered back sat a beautiful, furry muskrat, whose long, white veil fluttered behind her as she tightened her grip on the phoenix’s back.
Penny was squeaking happily.
A/N: Dedicated to Griselda, since I wrote it for her birthday
. Yep, ladies and gentlemen, Penny the muskrat is still alive and squeaking!The dignified Headmaster of the most renowned wizarding school in the world bore a remarkable resemblance to a raging idiot as, hair and beard ruffled, half-moon-glasses very near to falling off the sharp tip of his crooked nose, with a sigh he looked around his rooms, now messier than ever. Three hours. Three hours now had he spent looking for-
“Penny? Penny, dear, please!”
- but to no avail. The muskrat seemed to have disappeared, turned into thin air- and it worried him more than it usually would have. Penny was an independent creature, after all- and from time to time, she did enjoy a little outing to the dungeons where she would- lovably, of course- nibble a bit at some innocent potions ingredients- the great irritation of the esteemed Professor Severus Snape. This time, though, Albus knew for a fact that she wasn’t there- due to the lack of smoke coming from his employee’s ears- and she wasn’t in his rooms either- if his mad quest through the rooms he had been sharing with Minerva for a time now proved anything, then it was that.
But where then?
Of course he did grant the furry, brown rat her independence- he always had- but not- no, he repeated, not- when said rat was carrying a bag around her neck, and when that bag contained a brand new, eighteen-carat gold ring, set with emeralds. Not when that bag contained what he hoped would become Minerva’s engagement ring from him.
He’d planned to ask the Transfiguration teacher to marry him for a time now and finally- after nearly a year of courtship- he’d decided to take that chance. He’d had a ring made without minding any costs and now it was finished, what had seemed more appropriate to him than to have the ring carried to her by the muskrat they both adored so much?
Thinking back with all his might, the great wizard once more remembered how he’d put Penny on the couch, rushed away, because he knew Minerva would be there in a few moments- and returned to find Minerva reading in the sofa- and Penelope gone.
With a sigh, the wizard sat down, all twinkles gone from his usually so mischievous blue eyes. Until-
“PENELOPE!”
There is really nothing better than a muskrat gnawing at your butt at seven o’clock in the evening!
Penny, having fallen asleep in the sofa had, apparently, disappeared behind one of the huge cushions Albus loved so very much- and hadn’t awoken again until the Headmaster had sat down again. A happy gnaw at his butt had seemed the appropriate way to show him her presence- and indeed Albus couldn’t cuddle the rat enough as he noticed that the dark red bag was still dangling from the ribbon around her neck.
“Penelope, I can safely say you just saved my life. And now we’re going to give Minerva the surprise of her life, aren’t we?
A happy squeak acknowledged this statement of his and when, moments later, Minerva had made her now fiancé the happiest man in the world, it was the muskrat who was the first one to congratulate the couple as they shared a passionate kiss.
Another squeak, though, was directed at Fawkes- and when the beautiful, golden Phoenix replied with a high, ringing tone, Penelope, emancipated woman as she was, knew that Minerva was not the only bride-to-be.
***
As, about a month later, wedding bells rung through the Great Hall of Hogwarts, a very happy bride with long, black hair locked eyes with the twinkling blue ones of the man who was now her husband.
All eyes were fixed on the newlyweds- and yet had anyone bothered to turn their heads, perhaps they would have seen that high above their heads, a phoenix was flying.
On his feathered back sat a beautiful, furry muskrat, whose long, white veil fluttered behind her as she tightened her grip on the phoenix’s back.
Penny was squeaking happily.
! but wonderful and funny at the same time
;D ;D ;D ;D ROFLMAO....this is more than hysterical....Penny and Fawkes....the new ship for everybody to sail on...ROFL
