Post by Sensiblyquirky on Aug 4, 2004 12:13:27 GMT -5
Disclaimer: Yea, I don't own a thing. J.K. Rowling does. Yea, I know it is August but...oh well.
Merry Christmas!
Albus Dumbledore had an idea. He had noticed that his students and indeed the staff had been rather glum this year. Of course he couldn't blame them with the return of Voldemort and the ministry's acknowledgement of his return there had been little reason to celebrate, but he had decided that Christmas was not going to be ruined. Naturally he had told no one, and had decided to announce it at breakfast this morning.
"Good Morning! Before we tuck in I have an announcement to make! I have decided that we could all use a little fun this Christmas so...Hogwarts is going to have a Christmas ball this year! It will be open to third years and above, and will last from 8 until midnight in the Great Hall. At midnight each person will be allowed to open one present. Oh, and one more thing. The Heads of House have to dress in their houses colors. That's all."
As he sat down he knew Minerva McGonagall, his deputy headmistress, would not be very pleased with his idea or the fact that he had not told her of it beforehand. "Albus, when were you going to enlighten the rest of the staff to your idea?"
"Don't worry, Minerva, you will look stunning in red and gold." She blushed furiously, "Well I don't know about that, but that means I have to buy new robes."
"Well in that case, I suggest you buy something really special. I mean you will want to be the belle of the ball won't you, to make your cubs proud?"
"Albus, really what has gotten in to you? Belle of the ball, why I've never..." Dumbledore was just staring at her with an amused expression on his face as she ran out of things to say. As he rose to leave he couldn't help himself, " And Minerva, wear your hair differently." The he winked, and swept out of the hall leaving a flabergasted and quite red deputy in his wake.
As Christmas approached all anybody could talk about was the upcoming ball. The most worried, even over the students were Severus Snape and Minerva McGonagall. Snape would complain to anybody who would listen and even those that would not about having to wear silver and green dress robes. Minerva was unusally quiet, her problem stemming from Albus' comments. 'Did he expect me to look different, she thought, well yes stupid he said as much, but did that mean he was looking forward to it, or was it just some cruel joke...' she had gone through every possible situation. It worried her, scared her and excited her. She had been in love with Albus Dumbledore for as long as she could remember.
Three weeks before the ball Minerva went shopping in Hogesmead. She had decided that if Albus wanted her to look different she was going to knock him dead. She spent two hours getting fitted, picking out the right design for the dress, and shoes to go with it. The gown was to be floor length, with a slight train, made to hug her curves more than her normal robes coming in to accentuate her waist. The neckline was scoop off the shoulders, exposing most but not all of her shoulders and it continued down till the sleeves tapered off an inch below the knuckle of her middle finger. Finally a gold sash would wrap her waist, knotting on the left side and continue the length of the gown stopping 2/3 inches above the floor.
Exhausted she arrived back at Hogwarts to find it's esteemed Headmaster waiting for her in her chambers. "Oh, Albus, is something wrong?"
"No, my dear, I was just wondering how the shopping went," he asked a bit more eagerly than he had intended. 'So, he wants to know what the dress looks like...well he will just have to wait, but the next few weeks are going to be fun,' thought Minerva before answering him.
"Why Albus, she asked sweetly, you don't want to know what my robes look like do you? Well you are just going to have to wait like everybody else." He actually looked disappointed, and this made Minerva smile even wider than before.
"Of course not, my dear, are you interested in a game of chess," he asked trying to cover up his curiousity.
"Sounds delightful, how 'bout I meet you in your sitting room in half an hour. I could really use a shower."
The next few weeks seemed to fly by, especially because Minerva was able to torment Albus with little details like telling him it took two hours to be fitted, and that it was a gown but nothing that would give him a concrete idea of what she would look like. Before she knew it Minerva was standing in front of her mirror ready to go. She had decided to wear half of her hair down, and the rest of it was pulled softly from her face in a difficult design in the back. It was moments like this that made her really love the fact that McGonagall women grayed late in life, if at all.
"Not bad," she muttered. "Not bad, her mirror yelled outraged, you have never looked this stunning before!"
Back in the Great Hall every other Head of House had arrived to the sound of applause from their houses, but all eyes kept darting to the entrance waiting for McGonagall. Dumbledore's eyes were firmly locked on the front door, he didn't even want to blink in fear of missing her.
Ever since he had announced the Christmas Ball all he could think about was what Minerva would be wearing, but to be honest his thoughts had started to wander beyond that. At first he thought about her wearing a slightly tighter set of robes, then a gown, then the neckline started to descend, but latley he would imagine a dress and then he would imagine helping her out of the dress after she told him she was his christmas present. His thoughts, however, were interrupted as the doors to the Great Hall were flung wide open.
Albus Dumbledore couldn't breathe....
Merry Christmas!
Albus Dumbledore had an idea. He had noticed that his students and indeed the staff had been rather glum this year. Of course he couldn't blame them with the return of Voldemort and the ministry's acknowledgement of his return there had been little reason to celebrate, but he had decided that Christmas was not going to be ruined. Naturally he had told no one, and had decided to announce it at breakfast this morning.
"Good Morning! Before we tuck in I have an announcement to make! I have decided that we could all use a little fun this Christmas so...Hogwarts is going to have a Christmas ball this year! It will be open to third years and above, and will last from 8 until midnight in the Great Hall. At midnight each person will be allowed to open one present. Oh, and one more thing. The Heads of House have to dress in their houses colors. That's all."
As he sat down he knew Minerva McGonagall, his deputy headmistress, would not be very pleased with his idea or the fact that he had not told her of it beforehand. "Albus, when were you going to enlighten the rest of the staff to your idea?"
"Don't worry, Minerva, you will look stunning in red and gold." She blushed furiously, "Well I don't know about that, but that means I have to buy new robes."
"Well in that case, I suggest you buy something really special. I mean you will want to be the belle of the ball won't you, to make your cubs proud?"
"Albus, really what has gotten in to you? Belle of the ball, why I've never..." Dumbledore was just staring at her with an amused expression on his face as she ran out of things to say. As he rose to leave he couldn't help himself, " And Minerva, wear your hair differently." The he winked, and swept out of the hall leaving a flabergasted and quite red deputy in his wake.
As Christmas approached all anybody could talk about was the upcoming ball. The most worried, even over the students were Severus Snape and Minerva McGonagall. Snape would complain to anybody who would listen and even those that would not about having to wear silver and green dress robes. Minerva was unusally quiet, her problem stemming from Albus' comments. 'Did he expect me to look different, she thought, well yes stupid he said as much, but did that mean he was looking forward to it, or was it just some cruel joke...' she had gone through every possible situation. It worried her, scared her and excited her. She had been in love with Albus Dumbledore for as long as she could remember.
Three weeks before the ball Minerva went shopping in Hogesmead. She had decided that if Albus wanted her to look different she was going to knock him dead. She spent two hours getting fitted, picking out the right design for the dress, and shoes to go with it. The gown was to be floor length, with a slight train, made to hug her curves more than her normal robes coming in to accentuate her waist. The neckline was scoop off the shoulders, exposing most but not all of her shoulders and it continued down till the sleeves tapered off an inch below the knuckle of her middle finger. Finally a gold sash would wrap her waist, knotting on the left side and continue the length of the gown stopping 2/3 inches above the floor.
Exhausted she arrived back at Hogwarts to find it's esteemed Headmaster waiting for her in her chambers. "Oh, Albus, is something wrong?"
"No, my dear, I was just wondering how the shopping went," he asked a bit more eagerly than he had intended. 'So, he wants to know what the dress looks like...well he will just have to wait, but the next few weeks are going to be fun,' thought Minerva before answering him.
"Why Albus, she asked sweetly, you don't want to know what my robes look like do you? Well you are just going to have to wait like everybody else." He actually looked disappointed, and this made Minerva smile even wider than before.
"Of course not, my dear, are you interested in a game of chess," he asked trying to cover up his curiousity.
"Sounds delightful, how 'bout I meet you in your sitting room in half an hour. I could really use a shower."
The next few weeks seemed to fly by, especially because Minerva was able to torment Albus with little details like telling him it took two hours to be fitted, and that it was a gown but nothing that would give him a concrete idea of what she would look like. Before she knew it Minerva was standing in front of her mirror ready to go. She had decided to wear half of her hair down, and the rest of it was pulled softly from her face in a difficult design in the back. It was moments like this that made her really love the fact that McGonagall women grayed late in life, if at all.
"Not bad," she muttered. "Not bad, her mirror yelled outraged, you have never looked this stunning before!"
Back in the Great Hall every other Head of House had arrived to the sound of applause from their houses, but all eyes kept darting to the entrance waiting for McGonagall. Dumbledore's eyes were firmly locked on the front door, he didn't even want to blink in fear of missing her.
Ever since he had announced the Christmas Ball all he could think about was what Minerva would be wearing, but to be honest his thoughts had started to wander beyond that. At first he thought about her wearing a slightly tighter set of robes, then a gown, then the neckline started to descend, but latley he would imagine a dress and then he would imagine helping her out of the dress after she told him she was his christmas present. His thoughts, however, were interrupted as the doors to the Great Hall were flung wide open.
Albus Dumbledore couldn't breathe....
Oh My God!!!!
his mind was a puddle, and all he could do was stare.
. Great ending, wonderful story... and I can imagine Albus quite liked his "Christmas present"... heehee 
.
x
