Post by pinkie on Oct 18, 2005 8:50:39 GMT -5
Hey everyone! THis one is so fluffy, you might need aditional dentist insurance... I hope you like it!
The Halloween no-one ever forgot
Albus Dumbledore, famous romantic and always in for something fun and gay, walked through the hall to the quarters of his lover. He knocked and patiently waited for a while until a crisp voice allowed him to enter. With a big smile spread across his face, Albus tripped over the threshold and came to standstill against the sofa where Minerva McGonagall was reading her book. She shook her head, althoug it was obvious she was amused. “What have you come for, my love?” she asked. “Good tidings, my fair one! There is to be a St Valentine’s Ball for students and staff! And there is to be a prize for the best costumes!” Minerva laughed at his boyish enthusiasm.
“What does that have to do with me?” “Well, I was to ask you to be my date, naturally.” Minerva now nodded. “And how did you see that? The Headmaster and his Deputy together at the Ball? Wouldn’t that raise some eyebrows?” Albus looked shocked. “Do you really think the students would even see it? They are much to busy with their own dates. And even our famous trio won’t notice anything, since they somehow have matched each other between them and their family.” Albus referred to the pairings of Hermione and Ron – which had given him and Minerva a lot of light entertainment - and Harry and Ginny.
“Then I would love to be your date. As long as I get to pick my own costume, naturally.” Minerva sounded quite decided. “Oh…” disappointment dripped almost on the floor. “What?” Albus looked at Minerva with puppy eyes and said: “But I have this really great idea for you…” Minerva knew what that meant. George and Fred weren’t the first ones to start the tradition of pranking – not by a long shot. Indeed, Albus had been a holy terror during his own time at Hogwarts and the flying swamp was directly descendend of his great: Lake instead of Hall prank. Minerva got chills when he said he knew a great costume. “Really? Well, I know a costume for me myself.” “But, Min…?”
Minerva got off from the sofa and looked down on Albus. “No.” Her stern Professor look was enough to silence even her examnclass students, but Albus was not daunted. “Please, it is really fun.” “No.” Albus got up too. “We’ll decide over chess.”
Sitting across each other, the two lovers were highly concentrated in killing the other off. At first Albus had the advantage, later it was Minerva. Until she made a fatal mistake and Albus somehow managed to get her in a situation also known as check-mate… “You lose.” He said dryly. Minerva hung her head. “Well, what is the ghastly thing you want me to wear? Is it a giant pumpkin? Is it a see-through dress made out of cobwebs? Or is it somethinga little more in the range of dressing up as a Muggle?” With the flick of his wand, Albus conjured up a parcel and gave it to Minerva. “Open it.” After the lid had been lifted, Minerva’s face twisted in disgust.
The Great Hall was decorated with floating pumpkins and large candles. A band played in the corner and students and staff were dancing. There were no grand entries and everybody was enjoying him or herself. Pumpkin juice and Butter beer flowed freely and some members of staff were carrying flasks of Firewhiskey. Madame Hooch was dancing with Hagrid, all the while singing the lyrics to the song the band was playing, only a little out of key. Professor Snape had been attacked by Professor Sinistra and was now dancing with a grumpy look on his face, trying to pretend he was having a bad dream, a bad dream that smelled of tube roses – he wasn’t very fond of tube roses. Ron and Hermione were the example of dancing cheek to cheek, whereas Harry and Ginny were doing a frantic sort of bop.
The stairs seemed so short and so did Minerva’s skimpy dress. It was made of some metally plastic material. Shocking pink it was, with little pink wings. Albus had even have her magically change the colour of her hair. She was now a blonde. Who did he think she was? Tonks? She was glad the Hall was heated and that at least Albus was wearing something equally silly. How in his right mind did he think it would be funny to dress up as a student, including having his beard shaved and his hair cut and, in fact, dyed auburn. He had grabbed her hand and was now leading her down the stairs.
The few couples who noticed the student and the fairy coming down, nudged at each other and a whisper raised over the heads of the partypeople. Many turned their heads to see the image and none of them laughed. Only Poppy Pomfrey and Alastor Moody chuckled – seeing their best friends like this was too funny not to laugh at.
Still, Parvati and Padma were talking loudly about what they saw. “Do you see that absolute hunk?!” Padma panted. “He is with that pretty girl, we don’t have a chance.” Parvati sighed. “Her costume is so gorgeous!” “I wonder why he is wearing his uniform…” Of course the professors were still far away from the twins – they were about to get a shock.
When they reached the bottom step a roar of applause rained down on them and Minerva smiled in spite of herself. “Now, lets see who I’ll grant the first dance…” she whispered to her companion. “Oh, there won’t be a dance left for anyone else, my dear…” Albus whispered back and took her in his arms. “But at least we’ll win the prize for best costume…” Minerva mumbled, not very upset over dancing with Albus all night. “Ehm… I am afraid we are excluded, my dear. We would be biased as being the heads of this school…” Minerva’s head leaned backwards, her mouth opened… and she laughed.
The Halloween no-one ever forgot
Albus Dumbledore, famous romantic and always in for something fun and gay, walked through the hall to the quarters of his lover. He knocked and patiently waited for a while until a crisp voice allowed him to enter. With a big smile spread across his face, Albus tripped over the threshold and came to standstill against the sofa where Minerva McGonagall was reading her book. She shook her head, althoug it was obvious she was amused. “What have you come for, my love?” she asked. “Good tidings, my fair one! There is to be a St Valentine’s Ball for students and staff! And there is to be a prize for the best costumes!” Minerva laughed at his boyish enthusiasm.
“What does that have to do with me?” “Well, I was to ask you to be my date, naturally.” Minerva now nodded. “And how did you see that? The Headmaster and his Deputy together at the Ball? Wouldn’t that raise some eyebrows?” Albus looked shocked. “Do you really think the students would even see it? They are much to busy with their own dates. And even our famous trio won’t notice anything, since they somehow have matched each other between them and their family.” Albus referred to the pairings of Hermione and Ron – which had given him and Minerva a lot of light entertainment - and Harry and Ginny.
“Then I would love to be your date. As long as I get to pick my own costume, naturally.” Minerva sounded quite decided. “Oh…” disappointment dripped almost on the floor. “What?” Albus looked at Minerva with puppy eyes and said: “But I have this really great idea for you…” Minerva knew what that meant. George and Fred weren’t the first ones to start the tradition of pranking – not by a long shot. Indeed, Albus had been a holy terror during his own time at Hogwarts and the flying swamp was directly descendend of his great: Lake instead of Hall prank. Minerva got chills when he said he knew a great costume. “Really? Well, I know a costume for me myself.” “But, Min…?”
Minerva got off from the sofa and looked down on Albus. “No.” Her stern Professor look was enough to silence even her examnclass students, but Albus was not daunted. “Please, it is really fun.” “No.” Albus got up too. “We’ll decide over chess.”
Sitting across each other, the two lovers were highly concentrated in killing the other off. At first Albus had the advantage, later it was Minerva. Until she made a fatal mistake and Albus somehow managed to get her in a situation also known as check-mate… “You lose.” He said dryly. Minerva hung her head. “Well, what is the ghastly thing you want me to wear? Is it a giant pumpkin? Is it a see-through dress made out of cobwebs? Or is it somethinga little more in the range of dressing up as a Muggle?” With the flick of his wand, Albus conjured up a parcel and gave it to Minerva. “Open it.” After the lid had been lifted, Minerva’s face twisted in disgust.
The Great Hall was decorated with floating pumpkins and large candles. A band played in the corner and students and staff were dancing. There were no grand entries and everybody was enjoying him or herself. Pumpkin juice and Butter beer flowed freely and some members of staff were carrying flasks of Firewhiskey. Madame Hooch was dancing with Hagrid, all the while singing the lyrics to the song the band was playing, only a little out of key. Professor Snape had been attacked by Professor Sinistra and was now dancing with a grumpy look on his face, trying to pretend he was having a bad dream, a bad dream that smelled of tube roses – he wasn’t very fond of tube roses. Ron and Hermione were the example of dancing cheek to cheek, whereas Harry and Ginny were doing a frantic sort of bop.
The stairs seemed so short and so did Minerva’s skimpy dress. It was made of some metally plastic material. Shocking pink it was, with little pink wings. Albus had even have her magically change the colour of her hair. She was now a blonde. Who did he think she was? Tonks? She was glad the Hall was heated and that at least Albus was wearing something equally silly. How in his right mind did he think it would be funny to dress up as a student, including having his beard shaved and his hair cut and, in fact, dyed auburn. He had grabbed her hand and was now leading her down the stairs.
The few couples who noticed the student and the fairy coming down, nudged at each other and a whisper raised over the heads of the partypeople. Many turned their heads to see the image and none of them laughed. Only Poppy Pomfrey and Alastor Moody chuckled – seeing their best friends like this was too funny not to laugh at.
Still, Parvati and Padma were talking loudly about what they saw. “Do you see that absolute hunk?!” Padma panted. “He is with that pretty girl, we don’t have a chance.” Parvati sighed. “Her costume is so gorgeous!” “I wonder why he is wearing his uniform…” Of course the professors were still far away from the twins – they were about to get a shock.
When they reached the bottom step a roar of applause rained down on them and Minerva smiled in spite of herself. “Now, lets see who I’ll grant the first dance…” she whispered to her companion. “Oh, there won’t be a dance left for anyone else, my dear…” Albus whispered back and took her in his arms. “But at least we’ll win the prize for best costume…” Minerva mumbled, not very upset over dancing with Albus all night. “Ehm… I am afraid we are excluded, my dear. We would be biased as being the heads of this school…” Minerva’s head leaned backwards, her mouth opened… and she laughed.
Cute story and I agree with Hogwarts Duo about the dancing lines. Those were just lovely.
