Post by mmadcrazyfan on Nov 1, 2007 21:37:39 GMT -5
AN: Mwahahahah! Welcome to Lissi’s Wonderful world of Halloween MMAD fanfics. Scared?
Albus Dumbledore and Minerva McGonagall were striding purposefully down the sunlit corridor that led to Dumbledore’s office.
“So, Albus, what interesting fornms of entertainment do you have planned for these children this Halloween?” ask Minerva as the pair stepped in front of the passageway that led up to Albus’ office.
“I was thinking more of a party then a feast this year.” Replied Dumbledore. “Cockroach Cluster.” He added to his gargoyle. It leapt aside to reveal the staircase within.
“Hm.” Sniffed the witch. “If your certain that you could handle putting together a party in a week and a half for over 3000 children, Albus.”
“Of course I can!” replied Dumbledore. “Plus, Halloween always has so much candy! I love candy!”
Minerva felt herself smile. No wonder she loved this man so much, although she would never tell him. He was filled with such a child-like wonder that she simply adored. It made her melt on the inside. (Only on the inside)
She sniffed and stared at the secret love of her life. “Well- I suppose it wouldn’t do any harm if you can plan and organize a dance for almost 3000 children in under a week.”
Albus smiled, but Minerva merely sat, her eyes twinkling in a strange way. Almost like suppressed mirth or excitement over the Halloween party.
“I suppose you shall need me to chaperone?” asked Minerva, getting up from her chair and making her way to the door.
“Yes and no. Keep an eye on the students, but please enjoy yourself as well, my friend.”
Minerva nodded curtly and opened the door.
“Oh! And before you go, the children are dressing up in muggle costumes.” Said Albus
Minerva look at him over her shoulder, rolling her eyes, but nodded all the same. She made to close the door.
“Ah- and by the way, Minerva. You and I as headmaster and deputy will also be dressing up.”
Minerva spun around on her heal and strode up to the headmaster’s desk, a frown now evident on her face.
“I beg you pardon? Why would I do such a thing, and why would you expect me to?” she barked.
Albus surveyed her over his half-moon spectacles and responded: “Well, Minerva, so we match everyone else at the party. And, because you most likely haven’t ever dressed up for Halloween.”
“To right I have not! Those costumes make a mockery of our world! They are simply abstract and completely inaccurate ideas of what muggles expect us to be like, Albus. Surely you realize this.”
“Yes. But the children seem to find their inaccuracy entertaining rather then offensive. We shall pick out our costumes tomorrow. Please be in my office at five.”
Minerva grudgingly trudged out of is office, a death glare planted on her face.
Minerva walked up to Albus’ office the next day with a stony expression. His eccentricities would surely be the death of her.
She barked the password at the gargoyle that guarded Albus’ office and trounced up, looking extremely unhappy.
When she got up, she found a large rack of what she supposed was muggle costumes. And she found Albus wearing one. Minerva had never had to work that hard to bite down a laugh before. Ever.
He was dressed from head to toe in a tight red sweat outfit, with horns sticking out from his waist- length hair. He pulled a costume off of the rack for Minerva.
It looked like a Gryffindor uniform that a girl had taken a pair of scissors to. The neckline was very, very, very low, and the skirt was very, very, very short. That had better not be for her.
“Try it on!” said Albus enthusiastically.
Over her rotting corpse.
“No. I could never!” she said.
Albus sighed and lazily flicked his wand. Before she knew it, Minerva was in the Halloween costume from hell, and being dragged down to the party by a very enthusiastic Albus Dumbledore.
She could kill him.
He reached up and pulled the pins out of her hair.
She would kill him.
“Don’t you dare. Let me go this instant! Why are you forcing me to do this!” she said angrily.
“You look fabulous, Minerva.” He said. “You look stunning.”
Minerva felt a blush creep up her cheeks as she wrenched her arm away.
“You are a sick old man. I shall not be attending the party tonight. Good day to you.” Said Minerva.
Albus mentally kicked himself, and made to go after her, until he saw a young Sirius Black running towards him.
“Professor? Could you come down, sir? We can’t start without you!” he said, his clown shoes and mask making him look ridiculous.
With a sigh, Albus followed the young boy out of the hall.
As soon as the party finished, Albus crept up to Minerva’s room and let himself in. Minerva was resting quietly on her armchair, a book resting on her lap.
“Minerva?” asked Albus quietly. “Mineeeeerrvaaa?”
Minerva started and looked around sleepily “Whozzar?” she asked.
She looked at Dumbledore. “Oh. Pleas remove yourself from my rooms.”
“What on earth did I do, Minerva? You looked great. You never let yourself look great.”
“I looked cheap. And I don’t do that. It also didn’t help that you were staring at me like a piece of meat.” She said, making both of them blush deeply.
“I did not mean any harm by it. And, I am a man. I cannot help it that you are beautiful.”
Minerva stared at Albus. He hadn’t told her she was hot. He said she was beautiful.
They kissed in a soft embrace, with the warm fall breeze blowing in the window.
Albus Dumbledore and Minerva McGonagall were striding purposefully down the sunlit corridor that led to Dumbledore’s office.
“So, Albus, what interesting fornms of entertainment do you have planned for these children this Halloween?” ask Minerva as the pair stepped in front of the passageway that led up to Albus’ office.
“I was thinking more of a party then a feast this year.” Replied Dumbledore. “Cockroach Cluster.” He added to his gargoyle. It leapt aside to reveal the staircase within.
“Hm.” Sniffed the witch. “If your certain that you could handle putting together a party in a week and a half for over 3000 children, Albus.”
“Of course I can!” replied Dumbledore. “Plus, Halloween always has so much candy! I love candy!”
Minerva felt herself smile. No wonder she loved this man so much, although she would never tell him. He was filled with such a child-like wonder that she simply adored. It made her melt on the inside. (Only on the inside)
She sniffed and stared at the secret love of her life. “Well- I suppose it wouldn’t do any harm if you can plan and organize a dance for almost 3000 children in under a week.”
Albus smiled, but Minerva merely sat, her eyes twinkling in a strange way. Almost like suppressed mirth or excitement over the Halloween party.
“I suppose you shall need me to chaperone?” asked Minerva, getting up from her chair and making her way to the door.
“Yes and no. Keep an eye on the students, but please enjoy yourself as well, my friend.”
Minerva nodded curtly and opened the door.
“Oh! And before you go, the children are dressing up in muggle costumes.” Said Albus
Minerva look at him over her shoulder, rolling her eyes, but nodded all the same. She made to close the door.
“Ah- and by the way, Minerva. You and I as headmaster and deputy will also be dressing up.”
Minerva spun around on her heal and strode up to the headmaster’s desk, a frown now evident on her face.
“I beg you pardon? Why would I do such a thing, and why would you expect me to?” she barked.
Albus surveyed her over his half-moon spectacles and responded: “Well, Minerva, so we match everyone else at the party. And, because you most likely haven’t ever dressed up for Halloween.”
“To right I have not! Those costumes make a mockery of our world! They are simply abstract and completely inaccurate ideas of what muggles expect us to be like, Albus. Surely you realize this.”
“Yes. But the children seem to find their inaccuracy entertaining rather then offensive. We shall pick out our costumes tomorrow. Please be in my office at five.”
Minerva grudgingly trudged out of is office, a death glare planted on her face.
Minerva walked up to Albus’ office the next day with a stony expression. His eccentricities would surely be the death of her.
She barked the password at the gargoyle that guarded Albus’ office and trounced up, looking extremely unhappy.
When she got up, she found a large rack of what she supposed was muggle costumes. And she found Albus wearing one. Minerva had never had to work that hard to bite down a laugh before. Ever.
He was dressed from head to toe in a tight red sweat outfit, with horns sticking out from his waist- length hair. He pulled a costume off of the rack for Minerva.
It looked like a Gryffindor uniform that a girl had taken a pair of scissors to. The neckline was very, very, very low, and the skirt was very, very, very short. That had better not be for her.
“Try it on!” said Albus enthusiastically.
Over her rotting corpse.
“No. I could never!” she said.
Albus sighed and lazily flicked his wand. Before she knew it, Minerva was in the Halloween costume from hell, and being dragged down to the party by a very enthusiastic Albus Dumbledore.
She could kill him.
He reached up and pulled the pins out of her hair.
She would kill him.
“Don’t you dare. Let me go this instant! Why are you forcing me to do this!” she said angrily.
“You look fabulous, Minerva.” He said. “You look stunning.”
Minerva felt a blush creep up her cheeks as she wrenched her arm away.
“You are a sick old man. I shall not be attending the party tonight. Good day to you.” Said Minerva.
Albus mentally kicked himself, and made to go after her, until he saw a young Sirius Black running towards him.
“Professor? Could you come down, sir? We can’t start without you!” he said, his clown shoes and mask making him look ridiculous.
With a sigh, Albus followed the young boy out of the hall.
As soon as the party finished, Albus crept up to Minerva’s room and let himself in. Minerva was resting quietly on her armchair, a book resting on her lap.
“Minerva?” asked Albus quietly. “Mineeeeerrvaaa?”
Minerva started and looked around sleepily “Whozzar?” she asked.
She looked at Dumbledore. “Oh. Pleas remove yourself from my rooms.”
“What on earth did I do, Minerva? You looked great. You never let yourself look great.”
“I looked cheap. And I don’t do that. It also didn’t help that you were staring at me like a piece of meat.” She said, making both of them blush deeply.
“I did not mean any harm by it. And, I am a man. I cannot help it that you are beautiful.”
Minerva stared at Albus. He hadn’t told her she was hot. He said she was beautiful.
They kissed in a soft embrace, with the warm fall breeze blowing in the window.
