Post by angeldust on Mar 21, 2006 13:20:31 GMT -5
This has got to be the most silly and fluffiest thing I have ever wrote. Many bits are here, there and all over the place. You have been warned ;D
I have no idea what the time setting is or where the students are for that matter.
PG-13 for a bit of suggestiveness.
Minerva McGonagall crept silently along the darkened hallway, her eyes bright with determination. A bottle, a rather ordinary looking bottle had appeared in the staffroom that morning occupied with a note reading ‘Do not touch, or else’. Filius and Snape had cast many a spell upon the bottle all of which revealed the bottle was just what it appeared to be, a normal bottle. But wisely the staff had decided not to open it. Minerva had of course agreed it was only logical to leave an unknown bottle saying do not touch alone, yet while she was marking her student’s papers late into the night she couldn’t get the bottle out of her head. Though she would never admit it she was very curious by nature perhaps yet another reason why her animagus form was a cat and the thought of what was in that bottle had been plaguing her for hours. Unable to stand it anymore she had decided to sneak down to the staffroom making sure no other staff noticed her going back on her word. After all what could it hurt, all of Filius and Snape’s spells had shown nothing out of the ordinary and certainly Albus would not allow something dangerous to stay in the staffroom. Sneaking quietly into the dark room she found the bottle still sitting on the table either courageously or foolishly she uncorked the bottle and an old looking piece of parchment fell into her hand. It was a map! A rather aged looking map of Hogwarts with a riddle written in the corner, the always logical Minerva took seconds to work out the answer to the riddle. The next day Minerva awoke to the gleam of a spring sun, she glanced over the grounds from her large window once she had readied for the day and something shiny caught her eye. The riddle’s answer had been ‘the lake’ perhaps it was just coincidence that there was something glistening by the edges of the water.
It took her no more then five minutes to dash from her tower to the lake where she once again found another bottle reading ‘Do not touch or else’ Minerva once again ignored the warning and found another map with another riddle this time leading to Hagrid’s hut. Two hours later Minerva emerged from Hagrid’s home her teeth aching from the hard rock cakes and her bladder full of much too sweet tea in her hand she clutched a small bottle that she had almost chocked upon when taking a sip from an overly large cup. This time the riddle lead to the dungeons, Minerva couldn’t help but fell that she was being lead on a wild goose chase and almost lost the will to continue when saw realised it was the dungeons. Snape was brewing potions down there today and he unlike Hagrid was unlikely to invite her in for a cup of tea. But once again her curiosity bettered her logic and she set out for the dungeon.
Snape was in the corner of the main dungeon hovering over his potion and Minerva could already see the silvery bottle marked do not touch on a shelf opposite him. She knew she couldn’t just waltz into the room and grab the bottle Snape would obviously see what the bottle was and would instantly find out that she had gone back on her word, she would never hear the end of it! She watched as Snape made his way into the store cupboard she knew he wouldn’t be in there long enough for her to dash across the room unlock the cupboard take the bottle and lock the cupboard again. Instead she dashed towards the cauldron and picked up a jar from the side of it she had no idea what was inside it by the look of it, it was another of Snape’s odd concoctions she had no idea what it would do to the potion and in a very uncharacteristic way decided that whatever the consequences they would be worth it just to get that bottle. So she daringly tipped the mixture into the cauldron and ran back to her hiding place behind the door. She watched as the potion fizzed and hissed and began to bubble and overflow the cauldron. She heard Snape swear loudly and rush over to his potion, while he was distracted by the bubbling brew Minerva dashed to the cupboard and left the dungeon’s bottle in hand within a minute.
The riddle on this map was obviously the last it congratulated her on getting so far and told her to go to the greenhouses to which she obliged. The sweet scents of Greenhouse three filled her nostrils as she snuck into the greenhouse; it appeared that no one was inside. She walked around the greenhouse slowly her boots clicking against stone floor already the heat of the greenhouse was beginning to affect her. She was just about to leave, her heart filled with disappointment when felt two hands landed on her waist and roughly pulled her backwards. She screamed instinctively and felt a hand clasp over her mouth. Minerva screamed inside, how could she have been so foolish she had followed unmarked letters and riddles she had no idea who had written them it was such a idiotic thing to do and now she was being attacked her hands bound and her mouth covered there was no other way to protect herself. She felt the assailant turn her to face them and for the first time the idea of what horrible things would be preformed to her clouded her mind. She almost cried with relief when she saw her husband holding her, his long beard glistening, those deep blue eyes twinkling.
“Curiosity killed the cat my dear.” Albus grinned impishly as he pulled his still shocked wife closer to him.
“You… You wrote…” She asked between gasps for desperate breath.
“My dear Minerva,” Albus laughed. “Yes it was I, yesterday I found myself rather bored as I pored over the many letters I received and this idea floated into my mind. I admit it was a stroke of genius on my behalf, I knew out of all the staff only you would be bold enough to open the bottle. And I knew only you would be smart enough to follow my clues and battle the consequences and now here you are in this rather deserted greenhouse with me.” Albus smiled suggestively.
“So modest,” Minerva scolded sarcastically before burying her head in her husband’s beard. “It was more foolish then bold Albus, those bottles could have been from anyone.”
“Ahhh but they weren’t Minerva they were from your enamoured husband who felt a need to spoil his workaholic wife.” Albus cooed as he caressed Minerva’s blushing cheek softly.
“I’m not a workaholic I just…” Minerva began to protest before Albus silenced her with a deep kiss.
“Now how would my kitten like to be rewarded for her hard work?” Albus smirked wickedly.
I have no idea what the time setting is or where the students are for that matter.
PG-13 for a bit of suggestiveness.
Minerva McGonagall crept silently along the darkened hallway, her eyes bright with determination. A bottle, a rather ordinary looking bottle had appeared in the staffroom that morning occupied with a note reading ‘Do not touch, or else’. Filius and Snape had cast many a spell upon the bottle all of which revealed the bottle was just what it appeared to be, a normal bottle. But wisely the staff had decided not to open it. Minerva had of course agreed it was only logical to leave an unknown bottle saying do not touch alone, yet while she was marking her student’s papers late into the night she couldn’t get the bottle out of her head. Though she would never admit it she was very curious by nature perhaps yet another reason why her animagus form was a cat and the thought of what was in that bottle had been plaguing her for hours. Unable to stand it anymore she had decided to sneak down to the staffroom making sure no other staff noticed her going back on her word. After all what could it hurt, all of Filius and Snape’s spells had shown nothing out of the ordinary and certainly Albus would not allow something dangerous to stay in the staffroom. Sneaking quietly into the dark room she found the bottle still sitting on the table either courageously or foolishly she uncorked the bottle and an old looking piece of parchment fell into her hand. It was a map! A rather aged looking map of Hogwarts with a riddle written in the corner, the always logical Minerva took seconds to work out the answer to the riddle. The next day Minerva awoke to the gleam of a spring sun, she glanced over the grounds from her large window once she had readied for the day and something shiny caught her eye. The riddle’s answer had been ‘the lake’ perhaps it was just coincidence that there was something glistening by the edges of the water.
It took her no more then five minutes to dash from her tower to the lake where she once again found another bottle reading ‘Do not touch or else’ Minerva once again ignored the warning and found another map with another riddle this time leading to Hagrid’s hut. Two hours later Minerva emerged from Hagrid’s home her teeth aching from the hard rock cakes and her bladder full of much too sweet tea in her hand she clutched a small bottle that she had almost chocked upon when taking a sip from an overly large cup. This time the riddle lead to the dungeons, Minerva couldn’t help but fell that she was being lead on a wild goose chase and almost lost the will to continue when saw realised it was the dungeons. Snape was brewing potions down there today and he unlike Hagrid was unlikely to invite her in for a cup of tea. But once again her curiosity bettered her logic and she set out for the dungeon.
Snape was in the corner of the main dungeon hovering over his potion and Minerva could already see the silvery bottle marked do not touch on a shelf opposite him. She knew she couldn’t just waltz into the room and grab the bottle Snape would obviously see what the bottle was and would instantly find out that she had gone back on her word, she would never hear the end of it! She watched as Snape made his way into the store cupboard she knew he wouldn’t be in there long enough for her to dash across the room unlock the cupboard take the bottle and lock the cupboard again. Instead she dashed towards the cauldron and picked up a jar from the side of it she had no idea what was inside it by the look of it, it was another of Snape’s odd concoctions she had no idea what it would do to the potion and in a very uncharacteristic way decided that whatever the consequences they would be worth it just to get that bottle. So she daringly tipped the mixture into the cauldron and ran back to her hiding place behind the door. She watched as the potion fizzed and hissed and began to bubble and overflow the cauldron. She heard Snape swear loudly and rush over to his potion, while he was distracted by the bubbling brew Minerva dashed to the cupboard and left the dungeon’s bottle in hand within a minute.
The riddle on this map was obviously the last it congratulated her on getting so far and told her to go to the greenhouses to which she obliged. The sweet scents of Greenhouse three filled her nostrils as she snuck into the greenhouse; it appeared that no one was inside. She walked around the greenhouse slowly her boots clicking against stone floor already the heat of the greenhouse was beginning to affect her. She was just about to leave, her heart filled with disappointment when felt two hands landed on her waist and roughly pulled her backwards. She screamed instinctively and felt a hand clasp over her mouth. Minerva screamed inside, how could she have been so foolish she had followed unmarked letters and riddles she had no idea who had written them it was such a idiotic thing to do and now she was being attacked her hands bound and her mouth covered there was no other way to protect herself. She felt the assailant turn her to face them and for the first time the idea of what horrible things would be preformed to her clouded her mind. She almost cried with relief when she saw her husband holding her, his long beard glistening, those deep blue eyes twinkling.
“Curiosity killed the cat my dear.” Albus grinned impishly as he pulled his still shocked wife closer to him.
“You… You wrote…” She asked between gasps for desperate breath.
“My dear Minerva,” Albus laughed. “Yes it was I, yesterday I found myself rather bored as I pored over the many letters I received and this idea floated into my mind. I admit it was a stroke of genius on my behalf, I knew out of all the staff only you would be bold enough to open the bottle. And I knew only you would be smart enough to follow my clues and battle the consequences and now here you are in this rather deserted greenhouse with me.” Albus smiled suggestively.
“So modest,” Minerva scolded sarcastically before burying her head in her husband’s beard. “It was more foolish then bold Albus, those bottles could have been from anyone.”
“Ahhh but they weren’t Minerva they were from your enamoured husband who felt a need to spoil his workaholic wife.” Albus cooed as he caressed Minerva’s blushing cheek softly.
“I’m not a workaholic I just…” Minerva began to protest before Albus silenced her with a deep kiss.
“Now how would my kitten like to be rewarded for her hard work?” Albus smirked wickedly.
Cute story and I really like it.
And Min is way to curiuos, they're perfect for each other ;D
