Post by emeraldeyes on Aug 27, 2005 21:04:39 GMT -5
Wow! It's the longest piece I've ever written! I didn't think I'd finish on time, but I have! 
Enjoy! **kate**
RATING!!! M - scences not sutible for children! Content hazardous....handle with care! hint of f/f....if you don't like DON'T READ!! You've been warned!!
Poppy Pomfrey, Pomona Sprout, Rolanda Hooch and Minerva McGonagall all sat around a table in the Three Broomsticks during the latest visit to the village of Hogsmead. Four empty glasses were set on the table before the women, and a half-eaten tin of ginger newts lay forgotten in the center of the group. The women, however, were all focused upon the Transfiguration teacher as she was speaking in hushed tones about her newest escapade-something she called a ‘Girl’s Night.”
“Albus was just telling me about it! He says he read it in a book the other day!”
“Well, Min,” This was Rolanda, the only one brave enough (or stupid enough) to call the Deputy Head by her hated nickname. “What does it involve? Would it be at night? Or could it be during the day? I have quite a few very good questions I’d like answered before I do this..”
“Yes, indeed,” spoke the Herbology professor. “What do we do? Sit and chat? Because if that’s so, we could simply do that during tea time!”
“Agreed.” The Nurse of Hogwarts had finally spoken up. “Why don’t we just hold it during the day, around tea time? It doesn’t seem like it’d be any different than what we already do...”
“If I could get a word in edge-wise, I might be able to tell you ladies what I’m talking about!” Her Scottish temper taking over her normally calm person, Minerva’s emerald eyes shone with a fire that was too familiar to her nearly life long friends. They simply sat and stared at her until she sighed and continued.
“Albus was just reading his latest Muggle novel, and he mentioned to me something called a “Girl’s Night.” I found it intriguing, so I asked more about it. He says that it is simply when a group of close-knit girl friends get together, sometimes spending the night at one’s house, talking and gossiping, doing hair and nails and such. Just being girls!”
By this time, all three of her chums were staring intently at her, rapt with interest. Minerva gave them a triumphant look before settling back into her chair, awaiting their thoughts on the subject. However, judging from the looks on the women’s faces, they were ready and willing to participate in a Girl’s Night.
Rolanda was the first to speak up. “Min, I believe that’s a fabulous idea! When can we have one? And where?”
Minerva smiled, getting excited at the prospect of the party, and said, “Well, it could be held in mine and Albus’ rooms! He could sleep down in Severus’ extra room, in the dungeon. That is, if it’s still available..?” She raised her eyebrows pointedly in Hooch’s direction.
The Quidditch referee, not to be embarrassed by her best friend’s blunt message, grinned unabashedly, and told Minerva that the room was, indeed, empty, and that she was sure ‘Sevvie’ wouldn’t mind a little bonding time with the Headmaster.
As the two other women agreed to the idea, they began setting up the time, the place having already been decided. They agreed that the following Friday night to Saturday morning would be ideal, and that was that. Minerva told them to bring anything they’d like to do-Wizard Twister, the new Weird Sister’s CD or even (here Rolanda perked up) a bottle of Firewhisky.
The four friends rose from their place at the table and agreed that they would meet at 7 o’clock Friday evening at Minerva’s rooms, ready to have fun.
Being the last of the bunch to leave the Three Broomsticks, Minerva McGonagall allowed a small smile to grace her beautiful face at the thought of convincing Albus of this far-fetched idea. Getting his permission might be just as or even more fun than the get together itself!
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That Friday, Minerva waited patiently as her husband of forty years gathered up his bag of things for the night, preparing to spend the next few hours with the Potions Master in the dungeons. She smiled as he gave her one last, sorrowful look, his blue eyes pleading for her to let him spend the night with her and her friends. She laughed before placing a loving kiss on his cheek, saying, “Oh, Albus. You’ll be fine! Severus will take good care of you, and remember what I promised you when you return to me tomorrow afternoon?”
Albus’ smile went from sad to mischievous in a flash, and very quickly, after one last, lingering kiss, he was gone from the room, a bounce in his step as he walked towards the lower regions of Hogwarts. Minerva grinned as she watched him leave, leaning back against the oak door when she had closed it. She surveyed the room one final time, making sure everything was in place.
The lights were dim, and there were plush chairs and pillows scattered around the fire. Albus had switched off Minerva’s new Weird Sisters CD and put on one of his favorite chamber music groups. Smiling and shaking her head, Minerva went to change it back, only to be interrupted by a knock on the door.
Straightening her robes and hair once more, she walked over to the entrance and pulled it open, coming face to face with Rolanda Hooch, who was smiling broadly and carrying a knapsack that looked full to bursting. Ro hugged Minerva quickly before letting herself in and plopping herself down on a couch.
“Oh, Min!” she exclaimed. “I’m so excited! This is going to so much fun! When are Poppy and Pomona are getting here?”
Laughing at her friend’s rapid firing of questions, Minerva held up her hands, hoping to stall some of the flood of words. Just as she was about to answer, another knock sounded, and Minerva left to answer it.
At the door were Poppy Pomfrey and Pomona Spout, both carrying bags and smiles. Sprout gave the Transfigurations professor a grin and joined Hooch in the living room, while Poppy paused to give Minerva a hug and waited for her to close (and lock) the door to her rooms. The two best friends walked towards the other two women and watched as both Ro and Pomona emptied their bags to reveal a trove of things-bottles of firewhisky, favorite recordings of well-liked and known bands, nail polish, make-up, magazines and hair care products.
All four were soon entrenched in the items, Ro painting Minerva’s nails as Poppy did her make-up. Pomona, already ‘made over,’ was sitting on a pillow near-by, skimming through Witch Weekly, occasionally reading bits and pieces of articles to the other three. She had just finished a side-splitting article, written by Gilderoy Lockheart, on the Do’s and Don’t’s on Good Sex.
Minerva’s shoulders were shaking in mirth, but she gave Sprout her best teacher’s frown, saying, “Well, honestly! I don’t believe half of that! And how in Merlin’s name does he know about the things to do to a man before sex?!? Goodness! I mean, you would never believe what Albus can do with his tongue!”
The other women stopped what they were doing-Ro’s hand mid-way to dipping to brush in the polish bottle, Poppy with a frown, trying to put on Minerva’s mascara, and Pomona in the process of turning the page. Ro was the first to respond.
“Minerva McGonagall-Dumbledore!”
Suddenly, like a dam breaking, all three started to talk at once, the nurse and gardener amazed that their stern friend would talk like that, and the flying instructor asking questions.
Finally, above the din of everyone, Minerva yelled for quiet, and silence instantly fell. Looking around at her friends, she asked them each, in turn, if they had one question they’d like to ask.
Afraid of her wrath, Poppy and Pomona simply shook their heads, eyes still wide from shock. When it was her turn, Rolanda immediately asked, “Does the beard get in the way?!?”
Minerva just stared at her, an unreadable look on her face at Ro’s complete, honest question. Finally, after what seemed like ages, she laughed. Long and hard. The others hesitantly joined in, although Rolanda still seemed to wonder if the beard did, indeed, get in the way.
Once she had regained a bit of her composure, Minerva glanced around at her friends, before saying, “Actually, it only results in a slight tickling sensation.”
Three pairs of eyes widened yet again, but this Poppy spoke first. “Oh, Merlin. I need a drink.” She promptly moved toward the table where they had earlier set all the liquor that Hooch had brought and that Minerva had found at the bottom on Pomona’s bad. She poured herself a shot of Firewhisky and downed it in one swallow, then set the glass back on the table, and poured a second.
“Anyone want a drink?”
For the next few minutes, all that could be heard was the clink of glass on wood, the splash of liquid as it hit the glass, and the happy sighs from the consumers. At last, Minerva broke the silence. Her voice was slightly foggy, and her eyes a bit unfocused, but her question was obvious. “So, Ro, how are you and Sevvie?”
The flight instructor, who was the biggest drinker of the four of them, gave her friends a drunken grin and managed, “Well, Minnie, we are doing great!” Here, she hiccuped.
“But...but, Ro, his hair is so greasy..” That would be Pomona, always thinking about what the men looked like, especially since her own Filius Flitwick paid so much attention to his small but fit frame.
With the attentive and slightly clearer eyes of her colleagues staring at her, she slurred, “Yah, his hair maybe greasy, but he is hung like a horse!”
Just like earlier, three astounded women looked at their friend. Also just like earlier, Poppy announced, “Oh, Merlin. I need a drink!” And she was off again, bringing Pomona along with her, chatting animatedly about the wonderful margaritas she could make.
Minerva, however, was all ears, and as she and Ro teetered over to the other two, said, “My, Ro, you would never guess under all those robes!” Rolanda just laughed, saying, “Well, we try hard to keep him in shape!” Winking, she left Minerva to her thoughts.
After a few more minutes of drinking and stories and laughter, Minerva heard a faint knocking coming from somewhere. Still sober enough to recognize it wasn’t her hang over (yet) but simply her door, she walked at an unsteady pace to the entrance to her rooms. Smoothing her robes and unconsciously patting her hair, she opened the door to reveal none other than Neville Longbottom, standing at her door at ten at night in his bathrobe.
Upon seeing his Head of House, Neville just managed not to hug her, for being so joyful at the sight of her. “Oh, Professor! I’m ever so glad that you were here! I checked in the Headmaster’s office, but I couldn’t get in, and... And I can’t get into the Tower, because I forgot the password... I’m so sorry, Professor, but I’m just so forgetful!” At this point, Neville looked near to bursting into tears, and Minerva tried to console him.
“Well, Longbottom, its quite alright. I know that you’re a bit forgetful, but you’ll be okay. Come in for a moment as I look up the password.. Stay right here! Come any further into my rooms and you shall be serving a month’s worth of detentions with Professor Snape!” Giving him one final glare, she worked her way into the living room, on her way to her office to retrieve the current password.
She saw Hooch, Pomfrey and Sprout all sprawled in chairs around the room, but at the sight of McGonagall, Rolanda sat up, slurring, “Did I hear you mention my wonderful Sevvie? I could have sworn you said his lurverly name..”
Sighing slightly at her friend’s drunkenness, Minerva continued onto her office, digging in her mahogany desk drawers for the slip of paper that contained the recent Gryffindor password. After a few moments of through searching, she emerged from the mess she’d made tightly clutching a scrap of parchment that had scribbled writing on it. She grinned, then wove her way back to the entrance of her rooms, where she had left Neville.
Or, at least where she had thought she had left Neville! When she arrived at the door, he was no where to be seen! However, on the spot where she had left him lay Colin Creevey’s camera, with a note attached to it that read: “Professor McGonagall - I found this in Colin’s dormitory, and I found what pictures he had taken with it, and I think that it should be up to you to decide what his punishment should be, as he is under your charge. Signed, Neville Longbottom. P.S. I remembered the password. Thanks, though.”
Minerva made a frustrated noise as she realized that all her searching and mess had been for nothing. She stared at the paper in anger, and, in a moment of clarity and clear thought, she squinted her eyes at the note, thinking she recognized the writing.
All of a sudden, she exclaimed, “Albus!”
And she was off. She snatched the camera off the table and made her way unsteadily towards the living room. Once there, she scanned the room very carefully, looking for anything that seemed even slightly out of place. She knew in the back of her mind that the others were watching her with slightly confused, drunken faces, but she ignored them.
“Albus Percival Wulfric Dumbledore! Show yourself immediately! I know that it was you pretending to be Longbottom, but your little note gave you away! This is a Girls Night, Albus, and no matter how much you want to know about what we’re doing, you can’t be here!” She sent her coldest, most furious glare traveling around the room. The effect? One shame-faced Albus Dumbledore appearing in the corner of the room.
He dragged his feet over to where his wife stood with her hands fisted on her hips, swaying slightly, and sighed. He gazed lovingly into her eyes, and murmured, “Ah, but, love. Can you be angry with me knowing that my only motive was the fact that I missed having my lovely wife in my arms and in my bed? I cannot control my love and craving for and of you, and please, Minerva. Don’t condemn an old man for his silly missing of his better half..” He trailed off, giving her his best puppy eyed look.
Finally, Minerva cracked. She threw her arms around her husband and kissed him fully on the lips. Yes, Albus had to admit, it was blatantly obvious that she had been drinking heavily and was currently in the process of suffering the effects of alcohol, but it was a sweet, rather spitty gesture on her part.
Pulling away, she blinked foggily up into his blue eyes, slurring, “But that doesn’t make what you tried to do any better. However, if you want to, you may stick around for one of Poppy’s wonderful margaritas!” She released him and flounced over to the table where the drinks rested, most of the bottles either half empty or drained, and winked at him over her shoulder, calling, “Poppy, dearest, Alby-love wants a drink!”
Poppy jumped up, and nearly fell back into her chair. Clutching her head, she slowly sat back down, mumbling, “Oh, Minnie, I just can’t right now. Give me a few minutes and another shot, and I might be able to..”
Minerva pouted at Albus, her brow furrowed in concentration, then said, “Well, then, Alby, you’ll just have to go without. But this is a girls only party! You must leave! Otherwise, the wicked dragons in cupid diapers shall eat you!” She hurried to push her husband out of the room, and wasn’t calm again until the door was shut tightly behind him.
Going back to the ladies, Minerva remembered the camera that had been left. She gathered the girls up (Hooch had quietly handed Poppy another shot of Firewhisky) and they watched as Minerva charmed the camera to show them what pictures had been taken. They held their breath as it revealed its snap shots to them.
All of them seemed to be of the men. Filius, Severus, Albus, and even Alastor. All of the pictures were of their men, in outrageous, even nude, poses, their eyes, ranging in color from black to bright blue, obviously flirting with the camera. There were also some graphic shots of the men together. Rounding out the shocking pictures were snaps of Snape giving detentions with students such as Pansy Parkinson, although what kind of ‘detention’ that involved intercourse was really a detention?
Looking through the pictures again, and sorting them out for the women surrounding her, Minerva looked pointedly at Ro. “Do you see these pictures of Severus with Parkinson? How can you possibly stand for this?!?”
“Oh, that’s an easy one to answer! Because it was so fun to watch! And after she was done with my Sevvie..” The other woman waggled her eyebrows suggestively.
“Oh, Merlin, Ro! You didn’t!”
“Oh, Merlin, Min! I did!”
Minerva sighed and rolled her eyes. Sometimes, Rolanda could be so..
Her train of thought stopped as she got an idea. “Girls.. Maybe we should do the same for the camera as they did!” Looking around at them, hoping to see shiny, happy, excited faces, all she was met with were blank looks, but all of a sudden..
Pomona brust into song! Drunken, tone-deaf song, yes, but song, none the less! She was singing the Oscar Meyer Weiner song, though Minerva and the gang had no idea where she’d heard that from, and was doing a fun dance routine to it, as well!
Rolanda saw a perfect chance, and picked up the camera from the table it had been set upon and started snapping shots! Minerva dimmed the lights, Poppy transformed Pomona’s pajamas into an exciting, sparklie evening gown, complete with matching accessories.
All the while, Pomona kept singing, and then started a second verse.
“Oh I wish you were an Oscar Meyer Wiener, for then you would be very ugly! And if you were an Oscar Meyer Weiner, then everyone would be in love with ME!”
She laughed manically, and then passed out, falling in a lump of pink evening gown, glitter, and matching accessories, with her tattered, dirty hat on top of the pile.
Poppy unsteadily made her way over to her friend, bending down and waving her wand, her sober self knowing the Lesser hang Over spell by heart. When she stood up again, she swayed on her feet, slurring to her friends, “I think I’m gonna go take a napshie.. Otherwishe, I shwear I’m gonna puke..” She put one hand over her mouth and one over her tummy and managed to get to a couch by the fire. She carefully laid down, being sure to be quite and easy, already feeling the results of her drinking. Again waving the wand over herself, she closed her eyes and quickly fell into a deep slumber.
Rolanda and Minerva stood looking at each other for awhile, then, shrugging to each other, grabbed a pillow and plopped down onto two of the empty couches, closing their tired eyes and grabbing some sleep.
When they awoke the next morning to a messy room, a cold fire and pounding hang-overs, they quickly fled for the safety of their own rooms, wanting to escape the noise of the students as they awoke. Once they all had gone, Minerva preformed a cleaning charm on her rooms, and when they were restored to order, she sent Fawkes, who had appeared and scared Minerva half to death, to retrieve Albus.
Upon his return to his quarters, Albus found that he was restricted from making noise of any sort, touch Minerva at all, and, most of all..He was never, ever to suggest anything he had read in a book again!
*fin*
Wow!! Can't believe it posted all that!! Nine pages in WordPerfect!! LoL! Hope you liked! *Kate*
Enjoy! **kate**RATING!!! M - scences not sutible for children! Content hazardous....handle with care! hint of f/f....if you don't like DON'T READ!! You've been warned!!
Poppy Pomfrey, Pomona Sprout, Rolanda Hooch and Minerva McGonagall all sat around a table in the Three Broomsticks during the latest visit to the village of Hogsmead. Four empty glasses were set on the table before the women, and a half-eaten tin of ginger newts lay forgotten in the center of the group. The women, however, were all focused upon the Transfiguration teacher as she was speaking in hushed tones about her newest escapade-something she called a ‘Girl’s Night.”
“Albus was just telling me about it! He says he read it in a book the other day!”
“Well, Min,” This was Rolanda, the only one brave enough (or stupid enough) to call the Deputy Head by her hated nickname. “What does it involve? Would it be at night? Or could it be during the day? I have quite a few very good questions I’d like answered before I do this..”
“Yes, indeed,” spoke the Herbology professor. “What do we do? Sit and chat? Because if that’s so, we could simply do that during tea time!”
“Agreed.” The Nurse of Hogwarts had finally spoken up. “Why don’t we just hold it during the day, around tea time? It doesn’t seem like it’d be any different than what we already do...”
“If I could get a word in edge-wise, I might be able to tell you ladies what I’m talking about!” Her Scottish temper taking over her normally calm person, Minerva’s emerald eyes shone with a fire that was too familiar to her nearly life long friends. They simply sat and stared at her until she sighed and continued.
“Albus was just reading his latest Muggle novel, and he mentioned to me something called a “Girl’s Night.” I found it intriguing, so I asked more about it. He says that it is simply when a group of close-knit girl friends get together, sometimes spending the night at one’s house, talking and gossiping, doing hair and nails and such. Just being girls!”
By this time, all three of her chums were staring intently at her, rapt with interest. Minerva gave them a triumphant look before settling back into her chair, awaiting their thoughts on the subject. However, judging from the looks on the women’s faces, they were ready and willing to participate in a Girl’s Night.
Rolanda was the first to speak up. “Min, I believe that’s a fabulous idea! When can we have one? And where?”
Minerva smiled, getting excited at the prospect of the party, and said, “Well, it could be held in mine and Albus’ rooms! He could sleep down in Severus’ extra room, in the dungeon. That is, if it’s still available..?” She raised her eyebrows pointedly in Hooch’s direction.
The Quidditch referee, not to be embarrassed by her best friend’s blunt message, grinned unabashedly, and told Minerva that the room was, indeed, empty, and that she was sure ‘Sevvie’ wouldn’t mind a little bonding time with the Headmaster.
As the two other women agreed to the idea, they began setting up the time, the place having already been decided. They agreed that the following Friday night to Saturday morning would be ideal, and that was that. Minerva told them to bring anything they’d like to do-Wizard Twister, the new Weird Sister’s CD or even (here Rolanda perked up) a bottle of Firewhisky.
The four friends rose from their place at the table and agreed that they would meet at 7 o’clock Friday evening at Minerva’s rooms, ready to have fun.
Being the last of the bunch to leave the Three Broomsticks, Minerva McGonagall allowed a small smile to grace her beautiful face at the thought of convincing Albus of this far-fetched idea. Getting his permission might be just as or even more fun than the get together itself!
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That Friday, Minerva waited patiently as her husband of forty years gathered up his bag of things for the night, preparing to spend the next few hours with the Potions Master in the dungeons. She smiled as he gave her one last, sorrowful look, his blue eyes pleading for her to let him spend the night with her and her friends. She laughed before placing a loving kiss on his cheek, saying, “Oh, Albus. You’ll be fine! Severus will take good care of you, and remember what I promised you when you return to me tomorrow afternoon?”
Albus’ smile went from sad to mischievous in a flash, and very quickly, after one last, lingering kiss, he was gone from the room, a bounce in his step as he walked towards the lower regions of Hogwarts. Minerva grinned as she watched him leave, leaning back against the oak door when she had closed it. She surveyed the room one final time, making sure everything was in place.
The lights were dim, and there were plush chairs and pillows scattered around the fire. Albus had switched off Minerva’s new Weird Sisters CD and put on one of his favorite chamber music groups. Smiling and shaking her head, Minerva went to change it back, only to be interrupted by a knock on the door.
Straightening her robes and hair once more, she walked over to the entrance and pulled it open, coming face to face with Rolanda Hooch, who was smiling broadly and carrying a knapsack that looked full to bursting. Ro hugged Minerva quickly before letting herself in and plopping herself down on a couch.
“Oh, Min!” she exclaimed. “I’m so excited! This is going to so much fun! When are Poppy and Pomona are getting here?”
Laughing at her friend’s rapid firing of questions, Minerva held up her hands, hoping to stall some of the flood of words. Just as she was about to answer, another knock sounded, and Minerva left to answer it.
At the door were Poppy Pomfrey and Pomona Spout, both carrying bags and smiles. Sprout gave the Transfigurations professor a grin and joined Hooch in the living room, while Poppy paused to give Minerva a hug and waited for her to close (and lock) the door to her rooms. The two best friends walked towards the other two women and watched as both Ro and Pomona emptied their bags to reveal a trove of things-bottles of firewhisky, favorite recordings of well-liked and known bands, nail polish, make-up, magazines and hair care products.
All four were soon entrenched in the items, Ro painting Minerva’s nails as Poppy did her make-up. Pomona, already ‘made over,’ was sitting on a pillow near-by, skimming through Witch Weekly, occasionally reading bits and pieces of articles to the other three. She had just finished a side-splitting article, written by Gilderoy Lockheart, on the Do’s and Don’t’s on Good Sex.
Minerva’s shoulders were shaking in mirth, but she gave Sprout her best teacher’s frown, saying, “Well, honestly! I don’t believe half of that! And how in Merlin’s name does he know about the things to do to a man before sex?!? Goodness! I mean, you would never believe what Albus can do with his tongue!”
The other women stopped what they were doing-Ro’s hand mid-way to dipping to brush in the polish bottle, Poppy with a frown, trying to put on Minerva’s mascara, and Pomona in the process of turning the page. Ro was the first to respond.
“Minerva McGonagall-Dumbledore!”
Suddenly, like a dam breaking, all three started to talk at once, the nurse and gardener amazed that their stern friend would talk like that, and the flying instructor asking questions.
Finally, above the din of everyone, Minerva yelled for quiet, and silence instantly fell. Looking around at her friends, she asked them each, in turn, if they had one question they’d like to ask.
Afraid of her wrath, Poppy and Pomona simply shook their heads, eyes still wide from shock. When it was her turn, Rolanda immediately asked, “Does the beard get in the way?!?”
Minerva just stared at her, an unreadable look on her face at Ro’s complete, honest question. Finally, after what seemed like ages, she laughed. Long and hard. The others hesitantly joined in, although Rolanda still seemed to wonder if the beard did, indeed, get in the way.
Once she had regained a bit of her composure, Minerva glanced around at her friends, before saying, “Actually, it only results in a slight tickling sensation.”
Three pairs of eyes widened yet again, but this Poppy spoke first. “Oh, Merlin. I need a drink.” She promptly moved toward the table where they had earlier set all the liquor that Hooch had brought and that Minerva had found at the bottom on Pomona’s bad. She poured herself a shot of Firewhisky and downed it in one swallow, then set the glass back on the table, and poured a second.
“Anyone want a drink?”
For the next few minutes, all that could be heard was the clink of glass on wood, the splash of liquid as it hit the glass, and the happy sighs from the consumers. At last, Minerva broke the silence. Her voice was slightly foggy, and her eyes a bit unfocused, but her question was obvious. “So, Ro, how are you and Sevvie?”
The flight instructor, who was the biggest drinker of the four of them, gave her friends a drunken grin and managed, “Well, Minnie, we are doing great!” Here, she hiccuped.
“But...but, Ro, his hair is so greasy..” That would be Pomona, always thinking about what the men looked like, especially since her own Filius Flitwick paid so much attention to his small but fit frame.
With the attentive and slightly clearer eyes of her colleagues staring at her, she slurred, “Yah, his hair maybe greasy, but he is hung like a horse!”
Just like earlier, three astounded women looked at their friend. Also just like earlier, Poppy announced, “Oh, Merlin. I need a drink!” And she was off again, bringing Pomona along with her, chatting animatedly about the wonderful margaritas she could make.
Minerva, however, was all ears, and as she and Ro teetered over to the other two, said, “My, Ro, you would never guess under all those robes!” Rolanda just laughed, saying, “Well, we try hard to keep him in shape!” Winking, she left Minerva to her thoughts.
After a few more minutes of drinking and stories and laughter, Minerva heard a faint knocking coming from somewhere. Still sober enough to recognize it wasn’t her hang over (yet) but simply her door, she walked at an unsteady pace to the entrance to her rooms. Smoothing her robes and unconsciously patting her hair, she opened the door to reveal none other than Neville Longbottom, standing at her door at ten at night in his bathrobe.
Upon seeing his Head of House, Neville just managed not to hug her, for being so joyful at the sight of her. “Oh, Professor! I’m ever so glad that you were here! I checked in the Headmaster’s office, but I couldn’t get in, and... And I can’t get into the Tower, because I forgot the password... I’m so sorry, Professor, but I’m just so forgetful!” At this point, Neville looked near to bursting into tears, and Minerva tried to console him.
“Well, Longbottom, its quite alright. I know that you’re a bit forgetful, but you’ll be okay. Come in for a moment as I look up the password.. Stay right here! Come any further into my rooms and you shall be serving a month’s worth of detentions with Professor Snape!” Giving him one final glare, she worked her way into the living room, on her way to her office to retrieve the current password.
She saw Hooch, Pomfrey and Sprout all sprawled in chairs around the room, but at the sight of McGonagall, Rolanda sat up, slurring, “Did I hear you mention my wonderful Sevvie? I could have sworn you said his lurverly name..”
Sighing slightly at her friend’s drunkenness, Minerva continued onto her office, digging in her mahogany desk drawers for the slip of paper that contained the recent Gryffindor password. After a few moments of through searching, she emerged from the mess she’d made tightly clutching a scrap of parchment that had scribbled writing on it. She grinned, then wove her way back to the entrance of her rooms, where she had left Neville.
Or, at least where she had thought she had left Neville! When she arrived at the door, he was no where to be seen! However, on the spot where she had left him lay Colin Creevey’s camera, with a note attached to it that read: “Professor McGonagall - I found this in Colin’s dormitory, and I found what pictures he had taken with it, and I think that it should be up to you to decide what his punishment should be, as he is under your charge. Signed, Neville Longbottom. P.S. I remembered the password. Thanks, though.”
Minerva made a frustrated noise as she realized that all her searching and mess had been for nothing. She stared at the paper in anger, and, in a moment of clarity and clear thought, she squinted her eyes at the note, thinking she recognized the writing.
All of a sudden, she exclaimed, “Albus!”
And she was off. She snatched the camera off the table and made her way unsteadily towards the living room. Once there, she scanned the room very carefully, looking for anything that seemed even slightly out of place. She knew in the back of her mind that the others were watching her with slightly confused, drunken faces, but she ignored them.
“Albus Percival Wulfric Dumbledore! Show yourself immediately! I know that it was you pretending to be Longbottom, but your little note gave you away! This is a Girls Night, Albus, and no matter how much you want to know about what we’re doing, you can’t be here!” She sent her coldest, most furious glare traveling around the room. The effect? One shame-faced Albus Dumbledore appearing in the corner of the room.
He dragged his feet over to where his wife stood with her hands fisted on her hips, swaying slightly, and sighed. He gazed lovingly into her eyes, and murmured, “Ah, but, love. Can you be angry with me knowing that my only motive was the fact that I missed having my lovely wife in my arms and in my bed? I cannot control my love and craving for and of you, and please, Minerva. Don’t condemn an old man for his silly missing of his better half..” He trailed off, giving her his best puppy eyed look.
Finally, Minerva cracked. She threw her arms around her husband and kissed him fully on the lips. Yes, Albus had to admit, it was blatantly obvious that she had been drinking heavily and was currently in the process of suffering the effects of alcohol, but it was a sweet, rather spitty gesture on her part.
Pulling away, she blinked foggily up into his blue eyes, slurring, “But that doesn’t make what you tried to do any better. However, if you want to, you may stick around for one of Poppy’s wonderful margaritas!” She released him and flounced over to the table where the drinks rested, most of the bottles either half empty or drained, and winked at him over her shoulder, calling, “Poppy, dearest, Alby-love wants a drink!”
Poppy jumped up, and nearly fell back into her chair. Clutching her head, she slowly sat back down, mumbling, “Oh, Minnie, I just can’t right now. Give me a few minutes and another shot, and I might be able to..”
Minerva pouted at Albus, her brow furrowed in concentration, then said, “Well, then, Alby, you’ll just have to go without. But this is a girls only party! You must leave! Otherwise, the wicked dragons in cupid diapers shall eat you!” She hurried to push her husband out of the room, and wasn’t calm again until the door was shut tightly behind him.
Going back to the ladies, Minerva remembered the camera that had been left. She gathered the girls up (Hooch had quietly handed Poppy another shot of Firewhisky) and they watched as Minerva charmed the camera to show them what pictures had been taken. They held their breath as it revealed its snap shots to them.
All of them seemed to be of the men. Filius, Severus, Albus, and even Alastor. All of the pictures were of their men, in outrageous, even nude, poses, their eyes, ranging in color from black to bright blue, obviously flirting with the camera. There were also some graphic shots of the men together. Rounding out the shocking pictures were snaps of Snape giving detentions with students such as Pansy Parkinson, although what kind of ‘detention’ that involved intercourse was really a detention?
Looking through the pictures again, and sorting them out for the women surrounding her, Minerva looked pointedly at Ro. “Do you see these pictures of Severus with Parkinson? How can you possibly stand for this?!?”
“Oh, that’s an easy one to answer! Because it was so fun to watch! And after she was done with my Sevvie..” The other woman waggled her eyebrows suggestively.
“Oh, Merlin, Ro! You didn’t!”
“Oh, Merlin, Min! I did!”
Minerva sighed and rolled her eyes. Sometimes, Rolanda could be so..
Her train of thought stopped as she got an idea. “Girls.. Maybe we should do the same for the camera as they did!” Looking around at them, hoping to see shiny, happy, excited faces, all she was met with were blank looks, but all of a sudden..
Pomona brust into song! Drunken, tone-deaf song, yes, but song, none the less! She was singing the Oscar Meyer Weiner song, though Minerva and the gang had no idea where she’d heard that from, and was doing a fun dance routine to it, as well!
Rolanda saw a perfect chance, and picked up the camera from the table it had been set upon and started snapping shots! Minerva dimmed the lights, Poppy transformed Pomona’s pajamas into an exciting, sparklie evening gown, complete with matching accessories.
All the while, Pomona kept singing, and then started a second verse.
“Oh I wish you were an Oscar Meyer Wiener, for then you would be very ugly! And if you were an Oscar Meyer Weiner, then everyone would be in love with ME!”
She laughed manically, and then passed out, falling in a lump of pink evening gown, glitter, and matching accessories, with her tattered, dirty hat on top of the pile.
Poppy unsteadily made her way over to her friend, bending down and waving her wand, her sober self knowing the Lesser hang Over spell by heart. When she stood up again, she swayed on her feet, slurring to her friends, “I think I’m gonna go take a napshie.. Otherwishe, I shwear I’m gonna puke..” She put one hand over her mouth and one over her tummy and managed to get to a couch by the fire. She carefully laid down, being sure to be quite and easy, already feeling the results of her drinking. Again waving the wand over herself, she closed her eyes and quickly fell into a deep slumber.
Rolanda and Minerva stood looking at each other for awhile, then, shrugging to each other, grabbed a pillow and plopped down onto two of the empty couches, closing their tired eyes and grabbing some sleep.
When they awoke the next morning to a messy room, a cold fire and pounding hang-overs, they quickly fled for the safety of their own rooms, wanting to escape the noise of the students as they awoke. Once they all had gone, Minerva preformed a cleaning charm on her rooms, and when they were restored to order, she sent Fawkes, who had appeared and scared Minerva half to death, to retrieve Albus.
Upon his return to his quarters, Albus found that he was restricted from making noise of any sort, touch Minerva at all, and, most of all..He was never, ever to suggest anything he had read in a book again!
*fin*
Wow!! Can't believe it posted all that!! Nine pages in WordPerfect!! LoL! Hope you liked! *Kate*
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