Post by Karlynne on Mar 30, 2005 2:10:09 GMT -5
This isn’t really a mystery but I wanted to write something from Minerva’s point of view and it fell in line with the stories I had written in this section so I put it here. I’m just trying to jumpstart my mind into writing again. Karlie
My Bumblebee
Albus and I have been together nearly two years now. No one is aware that I have captured him, body and soul. I doubt anyone suspects Albus is capable of losing his wand, let alone his heart. His eccentricities have aided our deception.
Albus has a rather free hand with his duties as Deputy Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. His summers are his own and most are unaware that he works quite hard keeping the magical world balanced on a thin wire.
He isn’t the most handsome wizard in the world. Don’t misunderstand. I think he is quite dashing with his auburn hair and twinkling blue eyes but he cares too much to remain aloof and his nature, while playful, remains thoughtful and reserved.
I’ve gotten used to his investigative responsibilities. He has an uncanny knack for solving crimes and finding missing persons. Unfortunately his talents are not always appreciated. Several times in the not to distant past, ministry officials have come calling for him. An arrest is seldom the reason for an unannounced visit from magical law enforcement, but Albus has been wanted for questioning due to being in the wrong place at the wrong time on several occasions.
It was a hot day in July the last time they came looking for him. After a delightful morning in bed where he brought to mind other talents he was capable of utilizing, he mentioned that the ministry might come calling for him. Apparently Albus had witnessed an event last night and failed to remain at the scene of the crime.
I had visions of another murder but he assured me that he had simply been at a dining establishment when Charles Royce, assistant to the Minister of Magic, lost a valuable watch.
I narrowed my eyes at his statement and he gave me his most charming boyish smile.
“I promise, my dear,” he smiled at me while his hand began rubbing my thigh. I didn’t want to get distracted however and stilled his movements. He gave a sigh before beginning his story.
“Alastor and I decided to grab a bite to eat before I went home last night. We decided to go to The Witches’ Brew for soup and sandwiches since he was still on duty and might have to leave in a hurry.” His hand came up and began traveling over my waist. “The place was empty since it was already nine. We were the only customers until just before we finished eating. Six men arrived at that time.”
I sat up in bed and modestly brought the sheet up with me. If Albus was trying to distract me, he would have to work much harder.
“You know the men; Lloyd Finch, Carl Reagan, Stanley Parker, Milo Adams, Robert Stevenson, and Philip Churchill had just come off work at the ministry and they placed their orders at the counter before taking the table next to us.”
Albus began placing gentle kisses across my ribcage without bothering to remove the sheet. I shifted to get him to continue.
He sighed. “You know they are Unspeakables and its not like we could discuss their work so after a few words they turned to their own conversation and Alastor told me about his latest capture.”
“The one where a young witch was found in the company of several men and somehow lost her clothing?” I asked. I had heard several versions of the story from Albus and still wasn’t certain which account was closest to the truth.
Albus nodded and continued. “The men stopped discussing whatever they were saying and listened to Alastor’s description of the young witch.” Albus could not keep the twinkle from his eyes and I knew that Alastor had employed the use of a camera. No doubt Albus had glimpsed several photographs of the little nymph.
“Royce entered during Alastor’s tale and left minutes after the six ministry workers finished eating. Alastor said goodbye and left immediately after Royce.” Albus sighed. “Finch and Adams left first followed by Reagan. The other three left together. Royce returned minutes later in search of his watch.”
“So did he lose the watch or was it stolen?” I hated when he told me the long version of a story.
“He went to the counter and said he thought he may have dropped the watch when he picked up his order because he remembers hearing a sound. He used a pensieve to retrace his steps and in it he saw his watch slip from his wrist and fall to the floor.”
“I take it he left immediately after so he doesn’t know who picked it up?” I was puzzled. Why would Albus be needed for questioning?
“The watch was a gift from a young witch that he doesn’t want disclosed. I have a feeling she is married although Royce is very much the bachelor.” Albus’ eyes twinkled madly. “He wants to prevent a scandal and he doesn’t want to worry about the security of his job.”
“But why does it matter? No one can recognize the watch, can they?” I was getting frustrated with the pace of the story.
“My dear, the watch has a delightful engraving on the back that reads: Truly yours, Sarah.” Albus’ eyebrows rose waggishly and his smile grew. “The timepiece is charmed to read ‘For the best lover I’ve ever had’ if you happen to know the spell.”
“So he is searching for the watch and hopes you noticed something?”
‘You’re quite right, my dear. I am afraid I am unable to aid him in any way, however. Unfortunately he will not accept my answer and will try to resort to truth serums.”
“You didn’t notice who took the watch?” I was a little skeptical that Albus had missed a crime under his nose, regardless of the size of the misdemeanor.
“I took the watch.” His smile was innocent and my groan was audible.
“Why?”
“Because Sarah is the wife of the chief auror in the Department of Magical Law Enforcement. She is not having an affair and never has been involved with Royce. He is simply trying to remove both the chief and the minister so he can have one job or the other. He’s blackmailing her. Unfortunately, I cannot prove it so the next best thing was to take the watch out of circulation.”
“You knew he was going to pick up his dinner at The Witches Brew! You and Alastor staged the whole event.” I announced. “If you’re caught they will give you veritaserum.”
I knew this was not something Albus could endure. He had knowledge of many crimes, solved and unsolved. He knew secrets that many would love to hear and there was no way he could allow himself to be interrogated with the aid of a truth potion.
“What will you do?” My stomach dropped as I thought of Albus in hiding from the ministry.
“I am going to make love to you and then I am afraid I will have to ask you to become an accessory before and after the fact.” His eyes still twinkled and I knew he loved the game he was playing. I also knew there wasn’t anything I wouldn’t do to help him.
“I don’t want you to leave me.” I bit my lip to stop myself from saying more but my eyes grew moist. I can play the tearful damsel as well as the next lady.
Albus’ blue eyes darkened and I saw them fill with an emotion I can only describe as heartfelt. His hand caressed my cheek and his kiss was warm.
“I promise I won’t leave you, ever.”
Our lovemaking was as passionate as ever and it was only after a shower and a leisurely nap that we dressed and prepared for an unwelcome visit. I sat on a tall, burgundy chair reading a magazine while I waited. Albus was certain the ministry would eventually get around to me after searching the school and various friends and family members homes.
It was two hours later that a thunderous knock sounded on my door. Three men in inexpensive robes stood at the door. They were the typical bureaucrats from the ministry that lacked imagination and drive according to Albus.
The beefiest of the three showed me his identification and I invited them in.
“We are searching for Albus Dumbledore, Deputy Headmaster of Hogwarts. Have you been in contact with him recently?”
I am not a theatrical actress by any stretch of the imagination but I can tell a lie with the best of them. “I have not.”
The other two men were looking around the room. I hadn’t offered them seats so we stood in the doorway.
“We are going to have to search your rooms.” This announcement brought forth my sternest glare. They were unmoved so I raised my chin and returned to my chair. I picked up my magazine and began reading again. I ignored the men as they searched every room. I frowned as I heard drawers opening in my bedroom but refrained from speaking. The search took nearly an hour before the three men returned and began waving their wand over my sitting room. At the arch of my eyebrow, the men sheepishly lowered their wands and replaced them in their robes.
“Thank you for your cooperation, Miss.” The men bowed before taking their leave and I quickly locked the door behind them.
My Bumblebee
Albus and I have been together nearly two years now. No one is aware that I have captured him, body and soul. I doubt anyone suspects Albus is capable of losing his wand, let alone his heart. His eccentricities have aided our deception.
Albus has a rather free hand with his duties as Deputy Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. His summers are his own and most are unaware that he works quite hard keeping the magical world balanced on a thin wire.
He isn’t the most handsome wizard in the world. Don’t misunderstand. I think he is quite dashing with his auburn hair and twinkling blue eyes but he cares too much to remain aloof and his nature, while playful, remains thoughtful and reserved.
I’ve gotten used to his investigative responsibilities. He has an uncanny knack for solving crimes and finding missing persons. Unfortunately his talents are not always appreciated. Several times in the not to distant past, ministry officials have come calling for him. An arrest is seldom the reason for an unannounced visit from magical law enforcement, but Albus has been wanted for questioning due to being in the wrong place at the wrong time on several occasions.
It was a hot day in July the last time they came looking for him. After a delightful morning in bed where he brought to mind other talents he was capable of utilizing, he mentioned that the ministry might come calling for him. Apparently Albus had witnessed an event last night and failed to remain at the scene of the crime.
I had visions of another murder but he assured me that he had simply been at a dining establishment when Charles Royce, assistant to the Minister of Magic, lost a valuable watch.
I narrowed my eyes at his statement and he gave me his most charming boyish smile.
“I promise, my dear,” he smiled at me while his hand began rubbing my thigh. I didn’t want to get distracted however and stilled his movements. He gave a sigh before beginning his story.
“Alastor and I decided to grab a bite to eat before I went home last night. We decided to go to The Witches’ Brew for soup and sandwiches since he was still on duty and might have to leave in a hurry.” His hand came up and began traveling over my waist. “The place was empty since it was already nine. We were the only customers until just before we finished eating. Six men arrived at that time.”
I sat up in bed and modestly brought the sheet up with me. If Albus was trying to distract me, he would have to work much harder.
“You know the men; Lloyd Finch, Carl Reagan, Stanley Parker, Milo Adams, Robert Stevenson, and Philip Churchill had just come off work at the ministry and they placed their orders at the counter before taking the table next to us.”
Albus began placing gentle kisses across my ribcage without bothering to remove the sheet. I shifted to get him to continue.
He sighed. “You know they are Unspeakables and its not like we could discuss their work so after a few words they turned to their own conversation and Alastor told me about his latest capture.”
“The one where a young witch was found in the company of several men and somehow lost her clothing?” I asked. I had heard several versions of the story from Albus and still wasn’t certain which account was closest to the truth.
Albus nodded and continued. “The men stopped discussing whatever they were saying and listened to Alastor’s description of the young witch.” Albus could not keep the twinkle from his eyes and I knew that Alastor had employed the use of a camera. No doubt Albus had glimpsed several photographs of the little nymph.
“Royce entered during Alastor’s tale and left minutes after the six ministry workers finished eating. Alastor said goodbye and left immediately after Royce.” Albus sighed. “Finch and Adams left first followed by Reagan. The other three left together. Royce returned minutes later in search of his watch.”
“So did he lose the watch or was it stolen?” I hated when he told me the long version of a story.
“He went to the counter and said he thought he may have dropped the watch when he picked up his order because he remembers hearing a sound. He used a pensieve to retrace his steps and in it he saw his watch slip from his wrist and fall to the floor.”
“I take it he left immediately after so he doesn’t know who picked it up?” I was puzzled. Why would Albus be needed for questioning?
“The watch was a gift from a young witch that he doesn’t want disclosed. I have a feeling she is married although Royce is very much the bachelor.” Albus’ eyes twinkled madly. “He wants to prevent a scandal and he doesn’t want to worry about the security of his job.”
“But why does it matter? No one can recognize the watch, can they?” I was getting frustrated with the pace of the story.
“My dear, the watch has a delightful engraving on the back that reads: Truly yours, Sarah.” Albus’ eyebrows rose waggishly and his smile grew. “The timepiece is charmed to read ‘For the best lover I’ve ever had’ if you happen to know the spell.”
“So he is searching for the watch and hopes you noticed something?”
‘You’re quite right, my dear. I am afraid I am unable to aid him in any way, however. Unfortunately he will not accept my answer and will try to resort to truth serums.”
“You didn’t notice who took the watch?” I was a little skeptical that Albus had missed a crime under his nose, regardless of the size of the misdemeanor.
“I took the watch.” His smile was innocent and my groan was audible.
“Why?”
“Because Sarah is the wife of the chief auror in the Department of Magical Law Enforcement. She is not having an affair and never has been involved with Royce. He is simply trying to remove both the chief and the minister so he can have one job or the other. He’s blackmailing her. Unfortunately, I cannot prove it so the next best thing was to take the watch out of circulation.”
“You knew he was going to pick up his dinner at The Witches Brew! You and Alastor staged the whole event.” I announced. “If you’re caught they will give you veritaserum.”
I knew this was not something Albus could endure. He had knowledge of many crimes, solved and unsolved. He knew secrets that many would love to hear and there was no way he could allow himself to be interrogated with the aid of a truth potion.
“What will you do?” My stomach dropped as I thought of Albus in hiding from the ministry.
“I am going to make love to you and then I am afraid I will have to ask you to become an accessory before and after the fact.” His eyes still twinkled and I knew he loved the game he was playing. I also knew there wasn’t anything I wouldn’t do to help him.
“I don’t want you to leave me.” I bit my lip to stop myself from saying more but my eyes grew moist. I can play the tearful damsel as well as the next lady.
Albus’ blue eyes darkened and I saw them fill with an emotion I can only describe as heartfelt. His hand caressed my cheek and his kiss was warm.
“I promise I won’t leave you, ever.”
Our lovemaking was as passionate as ever and it was only after a shower and a leisurely nap that we dressed and prepared for an unwelcome visit. I sat on a tall, burgundy chair reading a magazine while I waited. Albus was certain the ministry would eventually get around to me after searching the school and various friends and family members homes.
It was two hours later that a thunderous knock sounded on my door. Three men in inexpensive robes stood at the door. They were the typical bureaucrats from the ministry that lacked imagination and drive according to Albus.
The beefiest of the three showed me his identification and I invited them in.
“We are searching for Albus Dumbledore, Deputy Headmaster of Hogwarts. Have you been in contact with him recently?”
I am not a theatrical actress by any stretch of the imagination but I can tell a lie with the best of them. “I have not.”
The other two men were looking around the room. I hadn’t offered them seats so we stood in the doorway.
“We are going to have to search your rooms.” This announcement brought forth my sternest glare. They were unmoved so I raised my chin and returned to my chair. I picked up my magazine and began reading again. I ignored the men as they searched every room. I frowned as I heard drawers opening in my bedroom but refrained from speaking. The search took nearly an hour before the three men returned and began waving their wand over my sitting room. At the arch of my eyebrow, the men sheepishly lowered their wands and replaced them in their robes.
“Thank you for your cooperation, Miss.” The men bowed before taking their leave and I quickly locked the door behind them.
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