Post by Kerin on Sept 22, 2005 22:57:49 GMT -5
Amnesia
“Darling, could you run to the stores and purchase some flour and sugar? We’re running low.” Minerva moved around the kitchen with grace calling out to Albus while she worked.
“How much flour and sugar?” he called from the sitting room while he perused the wizarding newspaper, The Daily Prophet.
“Any amount. A package, it doesn’t matter.” She answered as she put the leg of lamb into the oven. “There will be no sugar for your tea.”
“I’m not sure which brand to buy.”
Minerva closed the oven door with a bang and marched into the sitting room.
“Albus, before we married, you lived alone. You managed your home by yourself. You did your laundry, shopped for food, cooked, ironed, took out the garbage, and even manage to clean the bathroom on occasion.” She paused to lower the paper from his face.
“Why is it that since we’ve married, you’ve stopped all household chores and have become helpless about the most minor of chores?”
“You do it so much better than I do, dear.” Albus graced her with puppy eyes. “I can’t measure up to how you do things.”
Minerva rolled her eyes and returned to the kitchen.
“Lovely meal, Minerva. I think it’s the best I’ve had in a long while,” commented Albus as he patted his stomach. “I think I’m putting on weight since marrying you.”
She summoned the teapot from the kitchen and poured tea for both. She added milk and took a sip. “Would you care for a game of chess?”
“I’d rather a game of chest,” he remarked while waggling his eyebrows. He began searching the table for the sugar bowl.
Minerva kept her smirk hidden when his eyes lit on the small bowl. She watched him frown at the empty bowl.
“Is there any honey?”
Minerva sat back and thought for a few seconds. “I don’t know. Did you finish the last of it?”
Albus nodded sadly remembering he had finished the last of it two nights ago. He did not like unsweetened tea. He stared into his teacup.
“Could you put sugar on the list when you go shopping?”
“I will, dear. When I finish cleaning the kitchen, working on my lesson plans, and writing out the letters, I’ll run into Diagon Alley.”
Albus settled back in his chair with a satisfied grin. He could survive one night without tea.
“I should manage it by next Thursday,” she remarked easily. “I hope I remember.”
“Darling, could you run to the stores and purchase some flour and sugar? We’re running low.” Minerva moved around the kitchen with grace calling out to Albus while she worked.
“How much flour and sugar?” he called from the sitting room while he perused the wizarding newspaper, The Daily Prophet.
“Any amount. A package, it doesn’t matter.” She answered as she put the leg of lamb into the oven. “There will be no sugar for your tea.”
“I’m not sure which brand to buy.”
Minerva closed the oven door with a bang and marched into the sitting room.
“Albus, before we married, you lived alone. You managed your home by yourself. You did your laundry, shopped for food, cooked, ironed, took out the garbage, and even manage to clean the bathroom on occasion.” She paused to lower the paper from his face.
“Why is it that since we’ve married, you’ve stopped all household chores and have become helpless about the most minor of chores?”
“You do it so much better than I do, dear.” Albus graced her with puppy eyes. “I can’t measure up to how you do things.”
Minerva rolled her eyes and returned to the kitchen.
“Lovely meal, Minerva. I think it’s the best I’ve had in a long while,” commented Albus as he patted his stomach. “I think I’m putting on weight since marrying you.”
She summoned the teapot from the kitchen and poured tea for both. She added milk and took a sip. “Would you care for a game of chess?”
“I’d rather a game of chest,” he remarked while waggling his eyebrows. He began searching the table for the sugar bowl.
Minerva kept her smirk hidden when his eyes lit on the small bowl. She watched him frown at the empty bowl.
“Is there any honey?”
Minerva sat back and thought for a few seconds. “I don’t know. Did you finish the last of it?”
Albus nodded sadly remembering he had finished the last of it two nights ago. He did not like unsweetened tea. He stared into his teacup.
“Could you put sugar on the list when you go shopping?”
“I will, dear. When I finish cleaning the kitchen, working on my lesson plans, and writing out the letters, I’ll run into Diagon Alley.”
Albus settled back in his chair with a satisfied grin. He could survive one night without tea.
“I should manage it by next Thursday,” she remarked easily. “I hope I remember.”
I'm so glad you wrote this time.
Thanks for the morning giggles.
This is was great
