Post by Wetembers on Sept 22, 2005 1:45:29 GMT -5
I am not a writer and this is the first thing I’ve ever written but I couldn’t let the challenge pass for some reason. Any reason to bash a few males…I’m not one of the twenty listed either but I hope no one minds.
Warnings: None
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Minerva placed her hands on her hips and sighed as she surveyed the boxes cluttering the room. She and her husband, Albus, had just purchased the house and there was much to do.
Normally, she would be well underway with unpacking but she was eight months pregnant and spell casting took a lot of energy, energy she didn’t have in large supply anymore.
Their new home was in the middle of a muggle neighborhood and both were pleased with their good fortune. The kitchen was equipped with every muggle appliance known to man and Minerva was eager to try them out. She had a muggle grandmother so she was aware of how they worked but had never had the opportunity to use them.
They did not run on electricity because Albus was still unsure of the drawbacks. The water was charmed to run hot, warm, or cold and the lamps had bulbs but were spelled to turn on when the switch was flipped.
“Albus, do you think you can unpack the last few boxes in the kitchen while I finish the bedroom? I’ll begin dinner as soon as you are through.”
Albus kissed his wife on her cheek. “My dear, why don’t you rest for now? I will take care of the kitchen and make dinner while you rest and I’ll finish the bedroom after dinner while you take a bath.”
Minerva smiled gratefully. She was tired. Albus was such a dear.
Two hours later she awoke to a shout. She rose awkwardly and hurried toward the sounds she heard coming from the kitchen.
Albus stood in the middle of the kitchen with suds covering the floor. Coffee was spilling out of the machine and down the counter.
Minerva took out her wand and stopped the coffee. It took a little longer to take care of the suds until she realized the dishwasher was producing them.
Minerva looked around at her kitchen in dismay. “Albus, what happened?”
“Just a minor mishap, darling.” Albus looked a little sheepish. “I thought I would improve the efficiency of the appliances, give the dishwasher a little more power.”
“None of the appliances are broken or in need of extra juice, Albus” Minerva sighed. Why did men always try to improve something perfectly fine but failed to repair the things that were broken?
Warnings: None
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Minerva placed her hands on her hips and sighed as she surveyed the boxes cluttering the room. She and her husband, Albus, had just purchased the house and there was much to do.
Normally, she would be well underway with unpacking but she was eight months pregnant and spell casting took a lot of energy, energy she didn’t have in large supply anymore.
Their new home was in the middle of a muggle neighborhood and both were pleased with their good fortune. The kitchen was equipped with every muggle appliance known to man and Minerva was eager to try them out. She had a muggle grandmother so she was aware of how they worked but had never had the opportunity to use them.
They did not run on electricity because Albus was still unsure of the drawbacks. The water was charmed to run hot, warm, or cold and the lamps had bulbs but were spelled to turn on when the switch was flipped.
“Albus, do you think you can unpack the last few boxes in the kitchen while I finish the bedroom? I’ll begin dinner as soon as you are through.”
Albus kissed his wife on her cheek. “My dear, why don’t you rest for now? I will take care of the kitchen and make dinner while you rest and I’ll finish the bedroom after dinner while you take a bath.”
Minerva smiled gratefully. She was tired. Albus was such a dear.
Two hours later she awoke to a shout. She rose awkwardly and hurried toward the sounds she heard coming from the kitchen.
Albus stood in the middle of the kitchen with suds covering the floor. Coffee was spilling out of the machine and down the counter.
Minerva took out her wand and stopped the coffee. It took a little longer to take care of the suds until she realized the dishwasher was producing them.
Minerva looked around at her kitchen in dismay. “Albus, what happened?”
“Just a minor mishap, darling.” Albus looked a little sheepish. “I thought I would improve the efficiency of the appliances, give the dishwasher a little more power.”
“None of the appliances are broken or in need of extra juice, Albus” Minerva sighed. Why did men always try to improve something perfectly fine but failed to repair the things that were broken?
