Post by Karmin on Sept 21, 2005 19:57:12 GMT -5
Dating
“Albus, when was the last time you were out with a woman?” demanded Alastor Moody.
Albus Dumbledore his longtime friend gave a slight shrug. He was too busy looking for the perfect robes to wear on his date with Minerva.
“It’s been at least five years or more. I was so busy researching dragons blood that I didn’t have the chance to do more than grab an occasional meal.”
He pulled a dark blue set of robes from his wardrobe and held it to the light.
Alastor gave a short nod and limped over to Albus. “I don’t know about this. Times have changed.”
Albus began to hum and he searched through his drawers for a pair of matching socks. “Changed in what way?” he asked.
“Women are freer, more inclined to do what we want.” Alastor lowered his booming voice to a whisper. “They’ve abandoned their bras and no longer make demands on us to treat them like ladies.”
Albus frowned. He hadn’t been aware of these changes. Minerva was eighty years his junior and she was sure to expect him to know these things. He didn’t want to come off as old fashioned.
He listened attentively as Alastor instructed him on how to behave. He was grateful his friend was there to set him straight. His date would have been disastrous if he hadn’t been taught how the sexual revolution had changed the dating scene.
Minerva McGonagall frowned as she stood by her chair. Albus had not pulled it out and was already pulling out his own. She had thought he was so charming and well mannered but since the date began she had begun wondering if she made a huge miscalculation.
Albus hadn’t taken her arm as they walked; he paid for his ticket to the performance and then waited for her to do the same. The conversation had been lively but there was a nagging tickle in her brain telling her that something was wrong. This was not the man that she had admired from afar.
Her worries were eased as they walked to her house. Dinner had been delightful although she paid for her meal. She began to believe that it wasn’t a date after all but an outing between friends.
She noticed he was becoming increasingly nervous as they approached her house and she hoped it was due to him debating whether or not to kiss her goodnight.
“Minerva, I had a lovely evening…” Albus began.
“I did too, Albus,” she replied.
“I would like to take you out again if I might but I must tell you, although we dined I do not intend on taking you to bed tonight.”
Minerva began to cough as her airway suddenly became constricted.
“Do you think that you are entitled because of that meal? I am not one that believes a meal is your ticket into my bed.” Her face was red although she tried to keep a tight rein on her temper.
Albus slapped his forehead. “My dear, how foolish I am. I didn’t pay for your meal so you aren’t indebted to me.”
“Even if you had purchased my meal, I would not be indebted to you, Mr. Dumbledore!” Minerva turned on her heels and marched into the house.
Albus slowly returned home. Alastor was sitting in a recliner reading the Daily Prophet.
“I didn’t expect you home so soon,” he remarked.
Albus looked at Alastor thoughtfully. “I don’t think Minerva is today’s kind of woman, Alastor.”
I had to make Albus appear a bit dumb because I couldn’t write him callous and heartless but I think I made my point. I hate when men expect something just for asking you out!
“Albus, when was the last time you were out with a woman?” demanded Alastor Moody.
Albus Dumbledore his longtime friend gave a slight shrug. He was too busy looking for the perfect robes to wear on his date with Minerva.
“It’s been at least five years or more. I was so busy researching dragons blood that I didn’t have the chance to do more than grab an occasional meal.”
He pulled a dark blue set of robes from his wardrobe and held it to the light.
Alastor gave a short nod and limped over to Albus. “I don’t know about this. Times have changed.”
Albus began to hum and he searched through his drawers for a pair of matching socks. “Changed in what way?” he asked.
“Women are freer, more inclined to do what we want.” Alastor lowered his booming voice to a whisper. “They’ve abandoned their bras and no longer make demands on us to treat them like ladies.”
Albus frowned. He hadn’t been aware of these changes. Minerva was eighty years his junior and she was sure to expect him to know these things. He didn’t want to come off as old fashioned.
He listened attentively as Alastor instructed him on how to behave. He was grateful his friend was there to set him straight. His date would have been disastrous if he hadn’t been taught how the sexual revolution had changed the dating scene.
Minerva McGonagall frowned as she stood by her chair. Albus had not pulled it out and was already pulling out his own. She had thought he was so charming and well mannered but since the date began she had begun wondering if she made a huge miscalculation.
Albus hadn’t taken her arm as they walked; he paid for his ticket to the performance and then waited for her to do the same. The conversation had been lively but there was a nagging tickle in her brain telling her that something was wrong. This was not the man that she had admired from afar.
Her worries were eased as they walked to her house. Dinner had been delightful although she paid for her meal. She began to believe that it wasn’t a date after all but an outing between friends.
She noticed he was becoming increasingly nervous as they approached her house and she hoped it was due to him debating whether or not to kiss her goodnight.
“Minerva, I had a lovely evening…” Albus began.
“I did too, Albus,” she replied.
“I would like to take you out again if I might but I must tell you, although we dined I do not intend on taking you to bed tonight.”
Minerva began to cough as her airway suddenly became constricted.
“Do you think that you are entitled because of that meal? I am not one that believes a meal is your ticket into my bed.” Her face was red although she tried to keep a tight rein on her temper.
Albus slapped his forehead. “My dear, how foolish I am. I didn’t pay for your meal so you aren’t indebted to me.”
“Even if you had purchased my meal, I would not be indebted to you, Mr. Dumbledore!” Minerva turned on her heels and marched into the house.
Albus slowly returned home. Alastor was sitting in a recliner reading the Daily Prophet.
“I didn’t expect you home so soon,” he remarked.
Albus looked at Alastor thoughtfully. “I don’t think Minerva is today’s kind of woman, Alastor.”
I had to make Albus appear a bit dumb because I couldn’t write him callous and heartless but I think I made my point. I hate when men expect something just for asking you out!
