Post by Drake on Feb 2, 2007 21:36:38 GMT -5
Wow. Well, I don't have much of a chance, but here we go anyway. My response to Challenge #73. Please do not hurt me too badly. It's the weekend, and there won't much point in me being laid up, as I don't have to go to school for two whole days.
Fell free to hurt me after that time, of course.
“That was the scariest thing I’ve ever seen,” the witch panted as she slowly pried herself from the wizard. “The sight of that lake growing closer and closer, and not to mention that tree…” the mere memory seemed to terrify her, and she buried her head back to where it had been resting during the incident: Albus’s chest.
“Minerva, love,” the wizard chuckled, stroking her hair absentmindedly, “I doubt you actually saw anything; I was under the impression that you had your eyes shut tightly the entire time.”
“Yes, well,” she said as she struggled to climb out of the saucer, “That does not, in any way, dilute the horror of the experience.”
“Oh, here, Minerva, allow me. Ah, there we go!” She had slipped in one of her attempts to free herself from the clutches of the toboggan, and required some assistance getting out.
“You’re such a gentleman,” she purred, pressing her forehead to his and nuzzling his nose.
“But, honestly,” she began in a harsher tone, “What in the world possessed you to take us sledding at this time of night?”
“Well,” he mused, taking her hand as they began the walk back to the castle, “I suppose it was the sight of everything all covered in the fresh new snow. The lake has actually frozen over, you know, that hasn’t happened in years! And besides,” he grinned cheekily, “What’s the point of living if you can’t do spontaneous things every once in a while?”
“Hmmm…” she considered this for a second. “I don’t seem to recall mentioning that I had a problem with spontaneity.”
“Is that a promise?”
She smiled slyly. “Perhaps.”
“You know, it’s sad,” Hermione said mournfully, “That this cloak doesn’t quite cover us all as well as it used to.”
“ ‘Mione, only you could take this and make it some kind of…”
“… Sob fest,” Harry supplied.
“Yeah, that.”
“Oh, honestly, you two, isn’t that why we’re doing this?”
“Why, t’ get all depressed?”
“No, to remember how nice it was before life got all complicated.”
“Yeah, because saving the entire bloody Wizarding world from bloody destruction at the hands of a bloody professor with a bloody extra head is soooooo much simpler than preparing for bloody N.E.W.T.S.”
Harry had to try very hard to keep from chortling.
“Ron! Watch your language!”
“Her-mio-neeeee! That hurt!”
“Quit being such a baby!”
“Will you two knock it off already? Do you want us to get found?”
“Sorry, Harry.”
Ron muttered something about not starting it.
“So, which way did your brothers say the passage was again?”
“Umm…” Ron faltered for a moment. “I think it was through this corridor… or maybe the next one…”
“Ron….”
“No, no, it was definitely this one!” he said excitedly. “I remember now!”
“So, correct me if I’m wrong, no I’m serious, Harry, don’t give me that face.... we take three lefts, then a right, then another left? I mean, it’s not three lefts, then a right, then another right, is it?”
“No, and do you have to show off that you’re so much smarter than us and have such a better memory at every bloody opportunity?”
“Ron, I’m warning you….”
“C’mon, you two…”
“Alright, sorry! Here we are anyway, a strange little door hidden behind a tapestry of a roaring dragon, just like you brothers said!” Hermione said exasperatedly, pushing the door open. Much to her further frustration, it was pitch black inside the passageway. “Lumos,” she muttered, and as light flooded the hidden room, nothing could have prepared the three for the sight awaiting them.
While it was true that the odd little door led to a secret passage leading to the lake, the friends were unaware that there were two others who knew its secret and had, in fact, been using it as a point of rendezvous for nearly half a century. Therefore, they were rather unpleasantly surprised to encounter a nearly topless Minerva McGonagall being snogged by none other than their beloved Headmaster.
The five looked at each other. A spell of awkward silence gripped the room.
“Bloody hell,” Ron whispered.
The spell was broken.
Pandemonium ensued.
“Ohmigod!” Hermione screamed, running out of the room and slamming the door behind her. “That has got to be the scariest thing I’ve ever seen!”
“You know, I always knew they were up to something,” Ron said in a satisfied tone as they continued to run, “I mean, they do sit next to each other at all the meals, and walk arm in arm all the time, and she does look at him kind of funny sometimes, an…”
“Alright, Ron, that’s enough, we get it!” Hermione cut him off. “I do not need to have the mental image of those two… doing… that… embedded in my head anymore than they already are, thank you very much!”
They skidded to halt at the foot of the grand staircase, panting heavily. Then they laughed, embracing tightly.
“That was definitely…”
“…An interesting experience.” Hermione smiled.
“But now! Are we going to do this midnight sledding thing, or what?”
(AN): Whoa. That was kind of weird. Well, whaddya expect, it WAS inspired when my friend fell into a freezing cold lake. (You don’t want to know. Bu if you do, ask OSUSprinks, I told her all about it, but it took forever, so, no more.) That’ll be my excuse.
Fell free to hurt me after that time, of course.
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“That was the scariest thing I’ve ever seen,” the witch panted as she slowly pried herself from the wizard. “The sight of that lake growing closer and closer, and not to mention that tree…” the mere memory seemed to terrify her, and she buried her head back to where it had been resting during the incident: Albus’s chest.
“Minerva, love,” the wizard chuckled, stroking her hair absentmindedly, “I doubt you actually saw anything; I was under the impression that you had your eyes shut tightly the entire time.”
“Yes, well,” she said as she struggled to climb out of the saucer, “That does not, in any way, dilute the horror of the experience.”
“Oh, here, Minerva, allow me. Ah, there we go!” She had slipped in one of her attempts to free herself from the clutches of the toboggan, and required some assistance getting out.
“You’re such a gentleman,” she purred, pressing her forehead to his and nuzzling his nose.
“But, honestly,” she began in a harsher tone, “What in the world possessed you to take us sledding at this time of night?”
“Well,” he mused, taking her hand as they began the walk back to the castle, “I suppose it was the sight of everything all covered in the fresh new snow. The lake has actually frozen over, you know, that hasn’t happened in years! And besides,” he grinned cheekily, “What’s the point of living if you can’t do spontaneous things every once in a while?”
“Hmmm…” she considered this for a second. “I don’t seem to recall mentioning that I had a problem with spontaneity.”
“Is that a promise?”
She smiled slyly. “Perhaps.”
*~o0O0o~*~o0O0o~*~o0O0o~*
“You know, it’s sad,” Hermione said mournfully, “That this cloak doesn’t quite cover us all as well as it used to.”
“ ‘Mione, only you could take this and make it some kind of…”
“… Sob fest,” Harry supplied.
“Yeah, that.”
“Oh, honestly, you two, isn’t that why we’re doing this?”
“Why, t’ get all depressed?”
“No, to remember how nice it was before life got all complicated.”
“Yeah, because saving the entire bloody Wizarding world from bloody destruction at the hands of a bloody professor with a bloody extra head is soooooo much simpler than preparing for bloody N.E.W.T.S.”
Harry had to try very hard to keep from chortling.
“Ron! Watch your language!”
“Her-mio-neeeee! That hurt!”
“Quit being such a baby!”
“Will you two knock it off already? Do you want us to get found?”
“Sorry, Harry.”
Ron muttered something about not starting it.
“So, which way did your brothers say the passage was again?”
“Umm…” Ron faltered for a moment. “I think it was through this corridor… or maybe the next one…”
“Ron….”
“No, no, it was definitely this one!” he said excitedly. “I remember now!”
“So, correct me if I’m wrong, no I’m serious, Harry, don’t give me that face.... we take three lefts, then a right, then another left? I mean, it’s not three lefts, then a right, then another right, is it?”
“No, and do you have to show off that you’re so much smarter than us and have such a better memory at every bloody opportunity?”
“Ron, I’m warning you….”
“C’mon, you two…”
“Alright, sorry! Here we are anyway, a strange little door hidden behind a tapestry of a roaring dragon, just like you brothers said!” Hermione said exasperatedly, pushing the door open. Much to her further frustration, it was pitch black inside the passageway. “Lumos,” she muttered, and as light flooded the hidden room, nothing could have prepared the three for the sight awaiting them.
While it was true that the odd little door led to a secret passage leading to the lake, the friends were unaware that there were two others who knew its secret and had, in fact, been using it as a point of rendezvous for nearly half a century. Therefore, they were rather unpleasantly surprised to encounter a nearly topless Minerva McGonagall being snogged by none other than their beloved Headmaster.
The five looked at each other. A spell of awkward silence gripped the room.
“Bloody hell,” Ron whispered.
The spell was broken.
Pandemonium ensued.
“Ohmigod!” Hermione screamed, running out of the room and slamming the door behind her. “That has got to be the scariest thing I’ve ever seen!”
“You know, I always knew they were up to something,” Ron said in a satisfied tone as they continued to run, “I mean, they do sit next to each other at all the meals, and walk arm in arm all the time, and she does look at him kind of funny sometimes, an…”
“Alright, Ron, that’s enough, we get it!” Hermione cut him off. “I do not need to have the mental image of those two… doing… that… embedded in my head anymore than they already are, thank you very much!”
They skidded to halt at the foot of the grand staircase, panting heavily. Then they laughed, embracing tightly.
“That was definitely…”
“…An interesting experience.” Hermione smiled.
“But now! Are we going to do this midnight sledding thing, or what?”
*~o0O0o~*~o0O0o~*~o0O0o~*
(AN): Whoa. That was kind of weird. Well, whaddya expect, it WAS inspired when my friend fell into a freezing cold lake. (You don’t want to know. Bu if you do, ask OSUSprinks, I told her all about it, but it took forever, so, no more.) That’ll be my excuse.
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