Post by Kandice on Sept 21, 2005 13:16:39 GMT -5
Just a drabble because I felt the need to submit something and because it's based on a true story that actually occurred to Alex. ;D
No warnings.
Running Man
"Albus, will you bloody well tell me what the healer said?" demanded Minerva.
Albus mumbled a few words which made no sense to Minerva and she walked across the room to stand before him.
Concern crossed her features as she studied his face.
Albus lifted his eyes to meet hers. "He said I needed to take up some exercise or I had to give up sweets, even my beloved lemon sherbets."
Minerva refrained from reminding him that she had had been telling him for years to get some exercise. At least he would make the effort now.
"What did the healer suggest? What will you do?" she asked.
Albus sighed. "He said for every thirty minutes of moderate exercise I can have one sweet. He suggested a walk each day."
"That sounds like a good idea..." began Minerva.
Albus lifted his shoulders dejectedly in agreement but suddenly straightened. "Surely a walk isn't much. If I ran for thirty minutes I could have at least three times the amount in the same time span."
Albus' eyes lit up as he began formulating a plan. He hurried into the bedroom, grabbed one of Minerva's robes from the closet and returned to the sitting room a few minutes later wearing running shorts that showcased his knobby knees, a tshirt, and running shoes.
"That's some fine Transfigurations. Which robe did you use? I hope it was your orange and pink monstrosity," she teased.
"I used one of yours, " he admitted sheepishly.
Minerva was about to complain but stopped. She didn't want to dampen his enthusiasm over exercising.
"I think you should start slowly..." she began, "...a little stretching first, and then..."
Albus interrupted. "My dear, I'm in great shape. Didn't I prove it to you last night? Why..."
Minerva blushed as she recalled several athletic moves on Albus' part but hurried to interject.
"Yes dear, but you will be using different muscles."
Albus waved her words away, pecked her cheek goodbye and left.
Three hours later Minerva was scurrying around for healing potions, pain relieving potions, liniments, and ice.
"Don't say it, Minerva, just don't say it," he whined.
No warnings.
Running Man
"Albus, will you bloody well tell me what the healer said?" demanded Minerva.
Albus mumbled a few words which made no sense to Minerva and she walked across the room to stand before him.
Concern crossed her features as she studied his face.
Albus lifted his eyes to meet hers. "He said I needed to take up some exercise or I had to give up sweets, even my beloved lemon sherbets."
Minerva refrained from reminding him that she had had been telling him for years to get some exercise. At least he would make the effort now.
"What did the healer suggest? What will you do?" she asked.
Albus sighed. "He said for every thirty minutes of moderate exercise I can have one sweet. He suggested a walk each day."
"That sounds like a good idea..." began Minerva.
Albus lifted his shoulders dejectedly in agreement but suddenly straightened. "Surely a walk isn't much. If I ran for thirty minutes I could have at least three times the amount in the same time span."
Albus' eyes lit up as he began formulating a plan. He hurried into the bedroom, grabbed one of Minerva's robes from the closet and returned to the sitting room a few minutes later wearing running shorts that showcased his knobby knees, a tshirt, and running shoes.
"That's some fine Transfigurations. Which robe did you use? I hope it was your orange and pink monstrosity," she teased.
"I used one of yours, " he admitted sheepishly.
Minerva was about to complain but stopped. She didn't want to dampen his enthusiasm over exercising.
"I think you should start slowly..." she began, "...a little stretching first, and then..."
Albus interrupted. "My dear, I'm in great shape. Didn't I prove it to you last night? Why..."
Minerva blushed as she recalled several athletic moves on Albus' part but hurried to interject.
"Yes dear, but you will be using different muscles."
Albus waved her words away, pecked her cheek goodbye and left.
Three hours later Minerva was scurrying around for healing potions, pain relieving potions, liniments, and ice.
"Don't say it, Minerva, just don't say it," he whined.
