Post by Nerweniel on Sept 23, 2005 9:57:54 GMT -5
Ah, how could I resist our dear male member's wonderful challenge 
! Just a drabble, though 
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Scream
Rating: Everyone. May be dangerous for overly inflated male egos, though!
Summary: A witch. A wizard. A scream.
***
It was with a practiced, long-suffering hand that Minerva McGonagall, Transfiguration Professor at Hogwarts, corrected her Sixth Years’ essays on Animagus transformation, that night. It was truly amazing, she remarked with a sigh, how some students, even her own Gryffindors, managed to have gathered such a remarkably little bit of knowledge over their years at Hogwarts.
Oh, Mr Pettigrew…
She sighed. True, Potter and Black had, as usual, good grades- but then again there were other… aspects of their characters which made her almost literally grow grey hairs overnight. How well did she remember how, only three weeks earlier, a particularly nasty set of flying earmuffs-
“AAAAAAAAAGH!!!”
Minerva nearly screamed out loud, too, as she nearly fell off her chair at the sound of this nearly inhuman shriek- coming, she realized mere moments later, from the very next room. Her husband’s.
Grabbing her wand with determination, the witch didn’t hesitate a single second before throwing open the door, fully expecting to encounter Hogwarts’ Headmaster fighting at least a dozen of dragons single-handedly.
“Minerva, there’s a blister stuck in my finger and it bleeds!”
The witch with the usually perfect vision- at least with her glasses- actually had to narrow her eyes to determine, indeed, a tiny, tiny piece of wood stuck in her whining husband’s left index finger. She had to step a little closer to find the mini droplet of blood that had apparently given Albus such a fright.
“It may be dangerous! I may bleed-”
In a thoroughly bored voice, Minerva replied, kissing her husband’s finger in a practiced gesture
“To death, love, I know.”
Only as she walked off again, a hissing sound escaped the Deputy Headmistress’s lips.
“Men!”
! Just a drabble, though 
.Scream
Rating: Everyone. May be dangerous for overly inflated male egos, though
!Summary: A witch. A wizard. A scream.
***
It was with a practiced, long-suffering hand that Minerva McGonagall, Transfiguration Professor at Hogwarts, corrected her Sixth Years’ essays on Animagus transformation, that night. It was truly amazing, she remarked with a sigh, how some students, even her own Gryffindors, managed to have gathered such a remarkably little bit of knowledge over their years at Hogwarts.
Oh, Mr Pettigrew…
She sighed. True, Potter and Black had, as usual, good grades- but then again there were other… aspects of their characters which made her almost literally grow grey hairs overnight. How well did she remember how, only three weeks earlier, a particularly nasty set of flying earmuffs-
“AAAAAAAAAGH!!!”
Minerva nearly screamed out loud, too, as she nearly fell off her chair at the sound of this nearly inhuman shriek- coming, she realized mere moments later, from the very next room. Her husband’s.
Grabbing her wand with determination, the witch didn’t hesitate a single second before throwing open the door, fully expecting to encounter Hogwarts’ Headmaster fighting at least a dozen of dragons single-handedly.
“Minerva, there’s a blister stuck in my finger and it bleeds!”
The witch with the usually perfect vision- at least with her glasses- actually had to narrow her eyes to determine, indeed, a tiny, tiny piece of wood stuck in her whining husband’s left index finger. She had to step a little closer to find the mini droplet of blood that had apparently given Albus such a fright.
“It may be dangerous! I may bleed-”
In a thoroughly bored voice, Minerva replied, kissing her husband’s finger in a practiced gesture
“To death, love, I know.”
Only as she walked off again, a hissing sound escaped the Deputy Headmistress’s lips.
“Men!”
