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Post by childminerva on Dec 9, 2007 15:08:13 GMT -5
Please post links to your gifts here. If you have a small graphic or are giving the fic to your recipient for their own use, you may post those here.
Be sure to PM your recipient with the gift first, so that they can view it before everyone else does.
Gifts must be posted Dec 30th, but you may begin posting them as soon as you finish. Remember...no discussion! Someone may create a discussion thread for the gifts if they like, but this thread is for drop off only!
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Post by dianahawthorne on Dec 10, 2007 22:15:30 GMT -5
Only Twice Before: by stsgirlie/dianahawthorne
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This is dedicated to mmadlyinlove, my Secret Santa!
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I've only ever approached this level of happiness twice before - first, when Albus proposed; and second, when we were married. But this time, my joy eclipses every other emotion - and I know that Albus will feel the same. Everything is perfect - Grindelwald has been defeated, the new Minister of Magic is actually competent, and not owling Albus every hour, it's Christmas Eve, and, most of all, in seven months we're going to have a baby - our first child! I went to Poppy for a check-up this afternoon, and she told me that it wasn't actually the flu, but PREGNANCY! I'm carrying a baby boy. I can't wait to tell Albus - this will be the best Christmas gift he'll ever receive! Life can't get any better - not even Sybill Trelawney could sour my mood today!
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Tonight was the most magical Christmas Eve I've ever had - yes, in all of my ninety-eight years, I've never had a better Christmas Eve. Not only have Minerva and I been married for six wonderful months, but Grindelwald is no longer a threat and I have the chance to relax at home with my lovely wife. This year, I received the best Christmas present I could hope for - by this time next year, Minerva and I will have a son! We'll be parents! I've always wanted children, but until Minerva and I married, I never thought that this dream would become a reality. And I thought that we'd have to try for years to conceive. This news was the most perfect gift the Dumbledores could have received this Christmas - everything is finally perfect. Not even an attempt by Aberforth's goats to eat the Christmas tree will spoil this wonderful day!
THE END
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Post by mmadcrazyfan on Dec 16, 2007 9:03:59 GMT -5
DEDICATED TO MR. COOLIO, MY SECRET SANTA. ;D
Hermione Granger and Ronald Weasley were following their best friend, Harry Potter up the spiral staircase that led to the head’s office.
“Harry, why are we going up here again? You need to get your rest-“ started Hermione.
“Because we think Ginny is up here, Hermione. Just because you don’t think so doesn’t mean that we can’t ever be right.” Said Ron
“I never said it did-“
“You never said it didn’t-“
“I think I know my friend well enough to know that she wouldn’t be-“
“I think I know my sister-“
“You two are hopeless.” Harry said with a sigh before knocking on the Griffin door knocker. No one answered, so the trio walked in.
Ginny Weasly was sitting in front of Dumbledore’s portrait, giving him the details of the battle that Harry did not.
“Fred is gone, professor, I can’t even wrap my head around it. And Colin Creevey, in my year. Professor McGonagall told the idiot to go home, why couldn’t he have just listened?” she said through the silent tears pouring down her face.
Dumbledore nodded solemnly and let her continue.
“Ginny?” asked Harry quietly.
Ginny turned around.
“Oh, Harry, I’m so sorry, I just wanted to tell Professor about the rest of the battle, and-“ she stopped.
“It is easier to put your burdens on the dead rather then the living.” Said Dumbledore quietly. “And I am quiet glad you did, Miss Weasly.”
Ginny nodded and made to go down the spiral staircase, but bumped into a haggard- looking Professor McGonagall.
“Oh, so sorry, Professor-“
“Fine, Miss Weasly. May I ask what you are all doing up in Profes- in my- office?”
Harry spoke up first. “We came to talk to Professor Dumbledore.”
Minerva looked hurt that they wouldn’t come to her, then upset at the mention of Dumbledore’s death, then ended up looking tired and weak.
“Oh, well, go right ahead, then.” She mumbled.
“No, Minerva, I believe that we are finished here.” Said Dumbledore.
Hermione grabbed Ron’s hand an the pair set off down the staircase with a nod to Professor McGonagall. Ginny had already run down the stairs at Dumbledore’s first words.
Harry smiled at Professor McGonagall, an went to thank Professor Dumbledore when he interrupted him.
“Harry, am I correct to assume that you broke off any romantic relations with Miss Weasly for her safety when you went to look for the horcruxes?” he asked.
“Yes.” Said Harry, looking rather taken aback. McGonagall got up and went to go grab something of the desk at he other side of the room.
“Then go put your relationship go down the drain. Go and reinstate it. Don’t just let her go thinking that she isn’t wanted anymore.” Said Dumbledore, his eyes on McGonagall’s back.
“Erm..okay, sir, I will.” Said Harry, going to go down the stairs.
“And tell Miss Granger and Mr. Weasly that it’s about time!” Dumbledore said after him.
Harry smiled and nodded.
When the door snapped closed behind him, McGonagall turned around. Dumbledore was surprised to see that tears were streaming quietly down her face.
“Why didn’t you do anything about me, Albus? Why did you let me go to the wayside?”
“I was afraid that you wouldn’t want me anymore, Min. Please forgive me, I’m so sorry.”
“That I wouldn’t- Albus, you stupid man, I swore that I would welcome you with open arms but instead you treated me like a friend instead of someone madly in love with you!”
“I’m sorry.” He whispered.
Minerva wiped the tears that had fallen onto her cheeks with the back of her hand and said “I really wish that I could believe that, Albus. You have no idea. But even if I did, what would be the use? You’re dead.” She said.
“Go into my drawer. Open up the false bottom.” He said. Minerva glared at him and did what she was told. In the drawer was a delicate gold ring, with the words “true love” inscripted all around it.
Minerva welled up and slipped the ring on her finger. “I love you, you stupid old man.” She said, and blew a kiss at his portrait.
an: i hoped you liked it. have a very merry christmas and happy holidays!
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Post by childminerva on Dec 16, 2007 10:14:43 GMT -5
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Post by Drake on Dec 16, 2007 14:03:34 GMT -5
Be Careful What You Wish For (for stormangel)
She isn’t sure exactly whose idea it was to open the mulled mead. She’s grateful that someone did think of it, even if she really wouldn’t be if she wasn’t so drunk. But she’s only drunk because one of them thought to open the mead, so yes, as a matter of fact she is. Grateful, not drunk. Though actually she’s that too.
It’s the cursed mead.
They are spinning around the room. She thinks they are dancing, but she has never known him to be so duck-footed and clumsy. He’s drunk too, maybe, but she’s never known him to get drunk except for that one time at the Order party when Diggle spiked the punch but even then he actually turned out to be a melancholy drunk so he just sat in the corner and cried all night and certainly did not dance with anyone, least of all her.
After that he threw up.
Either way, she’s certainly drunk enough for both of them but that’s the thing about her liquor. She can’t hold it and thusly ends up doing something that is sure to embarrass her in the morning like, oh, say, she doesn’t know, having sex with Fillius Flitwick. So, no, Poppy, it’s not that she’s a prude; it’s just that she has some basic self-respect.
For your information.
And she doesn’t have a goblin fetish either.
Yes. They are dancing for sure, because he just twirled her. So this is where it’s difficult, because she could have sworn that he had no business galumphing around with her and mulled mead in a study at 11:50somethingish on New Year’s Eve due to his being a rather prominent public figure. But that is just her opinion, or it would be if she wasn’t so drunk. Now that she is drunk, her opinion is that she is very glad he is stumbling around with her, indeed.
See, this is why she hates drinking, she thinks as she gives the bottle another swig, she never can seem to stop. And even is she wouldn’t admit it if she wasn’t drunk, which she is, she likes the buzzing feeling. And see, that’s the other reason she hates it because everything really ought to be neat and orderly and sensible and she makes absolutely no sense when she’s been drinking and not even her thoughts make sense and there do seem to be too many sub-clauses or whatsagoomy she hates grammar.
But noises always make it hard to think even when she is sober and therefore, not totally drunk, which she isn’t (sober) and this one is very loud. Twelve chimes, Happy New Year, time to start over, be whoever you want…
So she stops them in their manic course and almost topples over.
“You know, Professor, (hiccough hiccough) it’s tradition to kiss someone at midnight,” she purrs woozily, clutching his collar as she attempts not to fall onto his shoes.
He giggles and almost falls down on top of her. Catching himself against his desk, he leans into her. She can feel his beard tickling her face. They are only a hair’s breadth away, or a hairs’ breadth because actually (and very few people know this) his beard is quite thick. And soft but that doesn’t make it any less tickly, though it’d probably make it nice to bury faces into. Or more specifically, hers.
“You’re absolutely right,” he declares, and kisses Fawkes’ head.
*~o0O0o~*~o0O0o~*~o0O0o~*
Surprise!
Well, don’t look at me like that, you told me to.
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Post by Hogwarts Duo on Dec 16, 2007 19:10:42 GMT -5
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Post by StormAngel on Dec 17, 2007 7:38:09 GMT -5
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Post by beMMADfabulous on Dec 17, 2007 12:03:26 GMT -5
First of all, thank you so much, childminerva, for putting in all this work for us to do this lovely Secret Santa thing again this year. ;D Here's my gift for furandfeathers (you can also find it under the Romance section of this board): www.fanfiction.net/s/3951460/1/Lets_Make_a_Bet |
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Post by Uhura on Dec 17, 2007 19:53:14 GMT -5
All give fanfics? Well, I do not. I thought of writing something, but as I am not good with the English language, decided to try something different... Some graphics... I hope that my Secret Santa likes. She is Aribeth. Merry Christmas! Gifts: +1 comic in paint ~ Harry Potter/Star Trek img101.imageshack.us/img101/8797/starpotterax1.png+5 icons ~ Hermione & Harry/Hermione      +1 graphic signature ~ Star Trek  |
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Post by MrCoolio on Dec 18, 2007 19:29:41 GMT -5
Here you go Kylee! Hope you like them =) 2 Small Banners---   1 Icon---  Merry Christmas Kylee! Hope you have lots of fun! ;D |
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Post by mmadforever on Dec 20, 2007 17:39:32 GMT -5
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Post by Blue on Dec 23, 2007 8:13:08 GMT -5
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Post by stefdarlin on Dec 24, 2007 0:33:05 GMT -5
This is my Secret Santa Gift for Catwoman99: Teaching the OrderMay you always want your eggnog spiked! Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!Stef =o) |
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Post by Catwoman99 on Dec 25, 2007 1:50:44 GMT -5
Happy Christmas and Merry Holidays, everyone!
This was my gift to dianahawthorne:
Albus’ eyes met an unexpected sight when he entered Minerva’s private study. Books were flying through the air, furniture had been upended, and the old oak desk that he’d given her as a Christmas gift some years ago was levitating silently above the fray. Standing in the midst of it all, wand out and hair undone from its usual bun, was Minerva McGonagall. She did not look happy.
“Minerva, my dear,” he ventured, “is there something wrong?” He said this with some caution lest her temper be directed at him.
“I can’t find it!” she shouted.
Albus ducked as a copy of Hogwarts: A History came straight at his head. “What is it exactly that you cannot find?”
She seemed somewhat annoyed at his question. “My book!”
The old headmaster glanced about the study, noting that there had to be hundreds of books flying in a dizzying tornado around them. He was almost afraid to voice his next question. “Um, which book would that be?”
Her wand arm came down with an exasperated sigh. A second later the maelstrom ceased and books landed all around them and her large desk hit the floor with a loud thud. “My copy of The Prime of Miss Jean Brodie by Muriel Spark! I read it every year before the start of a new term. It’s tradition and now I can’t find it anywhere!”
“Perhaps, if you calmed down a bit…”
“Albus, being calm has nothing to do with it! I leave it in the exact spot every year. It should be here!” Her mouth became a thin line on her face.
“Minerva,” Albus said quietly.
“It’s one of my favorite books, for Merlin’s sake,” she interjected.
“Minerva,” he said a little louder. “I feel that I am at fault here.”
“What do you mean?”
Sheepishly, Albus pulled out a small book from within his robes. Minerva’s eyes narrowed as she recognized it instantly. “You had it this whole time!”
“I’m afraid I have. I found it in here a few days ago and was quite intrigued. I just finished and was returning it to your study.” Albus looked like a child who had just snatched a cookie from the jar.
Minerva took the book from his hand and sighed. “You should have told me you borrowed it.”
“I know, my dear, and I’m terribly sorry. I had no idea it would lead to this,” he said, sweeping his arm around the room. “Is there some way I can make it up to you?”
Minerva thought about it for a moment before replying. “Yes. You can put my study back together while I have some tea and read my book.” With that, she turned on her heel and walked out.
Albus thought he got away rather easy and raised his hands out in front of him.
“Without magic,” Minerva called over her shoulder before she disappeared from sight.
“Yes, dear,” he muttered.
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Post by gryffindorprincess on Dec 26, 2007 9:37:39 GMT -5
Title: Merry Christmas Darling
Rating: 11 and up
Disclaimer: I own nothing, but the plotline.
This is a sceret Santa gift for Blue...Merry Christmas.
Minerva sat in front of the fire. It was Christmas, but she was anything but merry. She was planning to spend a great Christmas with her husband Albus, but early this morning Albus along with a few other order members were called out on an emergency mission. She would have went to except for her current condition, which also doubled as Albus's Christmas Present. She had silent tears rolling down her cheeks while she thought. “ Oh Albus how I miss you.” She sat in silent thought until she heard a knock at the door.
“ Come in.” Hermione came in the door, and sat in the chair by the couch Minerva was sitting on.
“ Hermione, I thought you would be spending Christmas with Ron? What are you doing here?”Hermione looked like she was going to cry.
“ Well I was going to, but he was called out with Albus.” Hermione started to let silent tears to fall. Minerva went over to her former student, and new DADA teacher. She put her arms around the girl she thought of as a daughter.
“ Hermione dear whats wrong?” Hermione shook herself out of it. “ Nothing I'm fine.” Minerva knew better.
“ No your not whats wrong.” Hermione broke.
“ Well, this was Mine and Ron's first Christmas as a married couple, and I had a really special night planned, with a really special gift. Now I don't know when he will be back.” Minerva hugged her again.
“ I know how you feel. I had something special planned for Albus to. I'll tell you what why don't we spend Christmas here, I'll have dinner brought to us, and we can wait for the boys.
” Hermione gave a little smile that sounds great Minerva I accept.” Minerva had dinner brought up and then they settled by the fire on the couch once again.
“ So Hermione what is your surprise for young Ronald?” Hermione bit her lower lip
.” Well.........I'll tell you if you tell me what you gave Albus.” Minerva sighed
“ Ok..we will both tell each other on three. One...two....three...”I'm pregnant” both yelled at the same time. They hugged each other.
“ Hermione thats wonderful!”
“ Thank you, you to it's funny are kids are going to grow up together.” They settled again.
“ I really hope they return soon...I miss Ron.”
“ I know I miss Albus, but they should be back It's only 11:00. I'm sure they will be back before Midnight.”
“ So do you what your having yet Min?”
“ A boy you?”
“ A girl. Thanks to magic you don't have to wait to determine the sex of the baby.”
“ And we are both due during the summer holidays so that is a blessing.”
“ You said it Min..I didn't want to stop teaching.” They sat in silence until the clock chimed twelve.
“ Well Merry Christmas Minerva.”
“ You to Hermione.” Just the they herd the floo, and Ron and Albus stepped through. Both girls jumped up and hugged their men. After Merry Christmas's were said Hermione and Ron left. Albus took Minerva into his arms and set her on his lap.
“ I am so sorry I had to leave you Tabby.” She snuggled up closer.
“ Thats ok Bumblebee, but I do have a Christmas present I would like to tell you about now. You aren't going to get if for a while though.”
“ Ok what is it dear.”
“ Albus you and I are going to have...a baby.”
“ Really Tabby.” He hugged her tight.
“ Really.”
“ I love you so much. Thank you so much.”
“ For what?”
“ For making me the happiest wizard in the world.”
“ I love you to Albus Merry Christmas Darling.”
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Post by pinkie on Dec 27, 2007 13:29:26 GMT -5
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Post by McGonagallsGirl on Dec 27, 2007 23:47:46 GMT -5
This is for EloquentPhoenix whom I've been a fan of for many years. Consequently I became very nervous upon receiving this gift assignment. Still, even if it is not quite up to her standards (and I doubt seriously that it is. She's quite good), I do hope it brings her joy. Happy Holidays, to all. __________________________________________________ Mistletoe"Hermione, I'm sick of this studying! It's snowing out, we could be making snow men!" whined Ron from his pacing spot near the window of the empty common room. "Oh, relax Ronald. It's been snowing for weeks, and our finals start tomorrow." "All the more reason to play and enjoy our fleeting youth." Ron begged. "Our youth isn't going anywhere, Ron, and besides we're almost done for tonight." Hermione said, not entirely unsympathetic to Ron's bout of cabin fever. Ron grumbled and slumped on the windowsill. "I'm missing everything." He moaned. Hermione rolled her eyes and went back to her textbook. "You aren't missing anything. No one else is out there either." Harry, who had been staring out the window lost in a daydream, returned suddenly. "Actually, Hermione, Professor McGonagall is out there." He said. Ron nodded, receiving conformation for some internally held truth, "Yeah, it's a problem when McGonagall is having more fun than we are." Hermione ignored him and asked "What is she doing?", intrigued enough to abandon her book and creep up to the window with the boys. "She's walking." Harry replied. "Lucky." Ron complained, kicking at the floor. "Hush, Ron. I want to find out what she's doing." Hermione said. "Isn't that spying?" Harry asked, with a smile. "Oh, come off it." Hermione said glancing at Harry, annoyed. McGonagall was nearing the front entrance of the school where an inconspicuous sprig of mistletoe hung above, in the archway of the doors. She had tunnel vision, however. She clearly didn't even see it. "You should run down there and plant one on her." Harry suggested with a laugh when Professor McGonagall stopped beneath the Mistletoe to search for something in her robes. "Ugh!!!" Ron exclaimed. "Don't even joke about that!" Hermione shushed them and gasped as the great doors opened suddenly and Professor Dumbledore appeared. He was smiling and he started talking to a flustered Professor McGonagall. Apparently she had yet to find what she was searching for. The trio watched in horror as Professor Dumbledore pointed up at the mistletoe and stepped towards her boldly. The next thing any of them knew, the two Professors were kissing. Not the way any of them had ever seen anyone kissed before. Not like a married couple. Not like the movies. Better. Suddenly Ron snapped. "AAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" he bolted from the window. Harry gaped, completely shocked. Mortified, mostly. He'd seen some gruesome things, but never like this. It was like watching a car crash, he just couldn't look away. No matter how morbidly grotesque. Hermione gave a tremendous sigh. "I love the holidays." She said, wistfully. When Dumbledore finally departed, he took off the way Professor McGonagall had come. McGonagall, for her part, stood frozen, one hand lingering on her lips. She seemed shocked. Harry was half convinced she was going to hex Dumbledore back to Primary school. "Ron, get over here." Hermione snapped upon finding Ronald whimpering in a corner. "Is it safe?" he asked, traumatized. "Yes, it's safe. Get back over here." Ron timidly made his way back to the window. Just in time, of course, to see McGonagall break into a run, chasing after Dumbledore. Apparently she called out for him because he stopped and turned just as she flung herself into his arms. "That can't be McGonagall." Harry noted, flabbergasted. "Of course it is." Hermione grinned, as the two down below started kissing again. Ron fainted. __________________________________________________ here, have a link. In case you decide to comment. admmfics.proboards22.com/index.cgi?board=fluff&action=display&thread=1198819427&page=1 |
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Post by tabbyminerva on Dec 28, 2007 15:41:19 GMT -5
Merry Christmas from Tabbyminerva to my Secret Santa, mmadforever!! ;D Minerva McGonagall was standing in the Great Hall for the Yule Ball on Christmas Eve. The Great Hall was completely decorated in white and silver and the students from all schools looked brilliant. Minerva smiled softly, her emerald eyes shining as she watched her Gryfindor cubs dancing. She was torn away from the sight as she felt a hand on her shoulder. She turned and saw the shining face of the Headmaster, Albus Dumbledore. He didn't say a word, just held out his hand to her. Minerva took it and he led her to the dance floor. He wrapped his arms around her slim waist as they slow,y danced. They were focused on only each other, completely oblivious to everyone and everything around them. Minerva looked into his bright blue eyes, desperately trying to find the love for her, like the undying love she had for him. Though she knew he could never love someone as cold and strict as her, that never stopped her heart from swelling with love every time she saw his face or heard his sweet voice. 'But this is only a friendly dance, not a dance of love,' Minerva reminded herself sadly. A few hours later, Albus pulled her to the side of the Great Hall. Minerva looked at him suspiciously, wondering why he had stopped so abruptly. "Minerva, would you care to come up to my rooms for cup of a tea?" She quickly agreed and they left the students to dance. He linked arms with hers and went up the stairs to his room and he made them tea. He came back, handed her the cup and sat across from her. They both sat in silence, neither of them looking at each other. Finally, Albus looked up. "Minerva," he started, and she looked back at him. He was nervous, she could tell. He kept clasping and unclasping his hands. He tried again. "Minerva, tonight your radiant beauty and your delicate steps you took as you danced mad me realize my love for you. I have loved you for a long time now and should have told you sooner, but I was frightened you wouldn't return my feelings. Dancing with you in my arms told me that you might feel the same way, but I understand if you don't..." he trailed off and looked down at his feet, tears obvious in his eyes. 'He loves me! I've waited so long," she thought. She ran over to him, sat in his lap, and wrapped her arms around his neck. "I love you you Albus. I always have and always will, but I too was fearful you would reject me and lose your friendship," she said, tears running down her pale cheeks. "You will never lose me, sweet Tabby. I love you," he said softly and levitated mistletoe between them. Minerva looked up and smiled through her tears. Then their lips met in their first loving kiss. Happy Holidays!!!  |
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Post by silvertabby on Dec 29, 2007 8:27:02 GMT -5
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Post by furandfeathers on Dec 29, 2007 12:56:59 GMT -5
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Post by mmadlyinlove on Dec 29, 2007 20:11:21 GMT -5
Merry Christmas to Pinkie… Again… Hahaha. Since I received her name twice, once here and once on the Charming Roots boards.
Sorry, Pinkie, I had a completely different story in mind, but since I ran out of time, I promise I will write that one later and dedicate it to you on ff.net, alright? Alright. Here we go. FOR PINKIE!
Green…[/u]
Green… The color of leaves in the summer time as they shade us from the scorching sun… The color of the four leaf clover, which brings luck to those who are able to find it… The color of grass, forever smelling sweet, bending beneath our shoes as we tread…
But those are not the only things which are green in this world. They are not the only things which I notice, though they are significant. Those forms of green are dull in comparison to the green I know and love so much; for green is also the color of her eyes. Yes, her eyes are the perfect shade of green; I should know, since I stare into them as often as I can. They are a pool of emotions, betraying her with every glance. When others see anger, I see pain. When others see submission, I see resentment. When others see nothing, I see sadness… And when others do not know what to see, I see love and adoration. How could I not see such things in those eyes? Like they mighty see, which can also be a beautiful green at times, I can see the tempest of emotions, which include the hurricanes of anger and the occasional lapse of tranquility.
When I feel as though I am falling into a great abyss, never to see the blue of the sky or the green of the leaves; never to see colors in all their vibrancy; never to see the vivid emotions of each one, then all I need to do is to pause for just a fraction of a second and look into her eyes-those wonderful green eyes- and hope that, in just that fleeting moment, I can gather the strength I need. Perhaps, in that small amount of time, I can become braver than I have ever been and manage to find the courage to gather a stone in my withering hand, and cast it at the giant, possibly destroying him forever. All this is possible, I think, if I can only peer into her eyes just once. Even at the risk of becoming transfixed and never looking away again, I do it because I know others are counting on me to see them through. Especially her. She needs my strength just as I need hers. It is a vicious cycle which I pray never break… Not even for a vacation. I need her, possibly even more than she thinks she needs me. I draw my life from her.
But then again, to be so dependant on another’s existence… That can only lead to trouble and grief. One day, one or both of us will be gone, and the other will be left to grieve alone. Well not entirely alone, but without each other. That is the greatest cause for our pain. To lose the other is to lose ourselves, for we are one half of a whole. Soul mates to the end, as it were. It is painful… It hurts.
But do you know what? I would not have it any other way…
A/N2: Okay, again, late Merry Christmas Pinkie and a Happy New Year. I hope you liked this. ~Always Hopeful/mmadlyinlove~[/u]
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Post by gmshed on Dec 30, 2007 11:16:55 GMT -5
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Post by EloquentPhoenix on Dec 30, 2007 14:28:18 GMT -5
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Post by osusprinks on Dec 31, 2007 0:29:19 GMT -5
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Post by laundry basket on Dec 31, 2007 21:27:55 GMT -5
Here's my gift to heMaggieFan  Enjoy, dear. -- Albus jerked out of his daydream as a student called his name. His heart beat slightly faster as he realized that the student was the object of his daydream, which surely couldn’t be healthy. Minerva brushed back her long hair and fiddled with her skirt as she walked up to him. “Sir, are you all right?” she asked, observing his pale face and odd expression. Albus nodded his head and tried to look past her. “Of course, Miss McGonagall. I’m perfectly fine,” he assured her, bestowing a brilliant smile on her. “Perfectly fine. No need to worry.” But he knew she would. -- “This is insane,” Minerva growled, tossing and turning in her bed. Warm air filtered in through the window that she had opened earlier, courtesy of the early summer days. She had left Hogwarts for the holidays just a week before, and already she was missing her professors. All right, one professor. Couldn’t a girl have a little denial? “I will not think about my Transfiguration professor,” she chanted, folding her arms behind her head and staring at the ceiling. “I will not think about my Transfiguration professor. I will not think about Professor Dumbledore. I will not think about Albus…” There were seventeen cracks in the ceiling… Albus had seventeen different colored robes… Minerva buried her head in her pillow and swore quite loudly. -- “Good day, Minerva,” Albus said cheerfully, greeting the newest addition to the Hogwarts staff. She smiled at him, her long hair held up artfully in a French twist, and sat down at the staff table. “How was your morning, Albus?” she asked pleasantly, pulling a bowl of porridge towards her. “Very nice, my dear. Thank you for asking.” “That’s good. Oh, Albus, could you hand me the salt, please?” “Of course.” He wondered if he said it too eagerly as he grabbed the saltshaker and passed it to Minerva. Their fingers touched (which he hadn’t hoped for at all…), and Albus wondered if he was imagining her slight intake of breath. He brushed it off. He was probably imagining things. -- She had a wedding ring. A wedding ring. A ring that symbolized being wed. A wedding ring. Minerva sighed and stared at the small golden band, promising herself to stop repeating that in her mind. But it was such a gorgeous ring! She felt obliged to one more internal happy dance. Albus entered as she was in the middle of this. “You look tired, love,” he said, kissing the top of her head. She smiled and came back to reality, twisting her ring around her finger absently. “I’m fine, Albus.” He sat down beside her, allowing her to lean against him. Minerva gave a contented sigh, observing the crackling fire as Albus opened a book and began to read. Oh, one more couldn’t hurt. A wedding ring, a wedding ring, I have a wedding ring… -- “How are you doing, love?” Albus asked anxiously, wetting Minerva’s forehead with a wet cloth, which she promptly snatched from him. “How does it look like I’m doing?” she growled, rubbing her burgeoning belly irately and glaring at him. “A child is trying to make its way out of my fetus, Albus!” He winced. “Of course.” He began to pace around the room, waiting none too patiently for Poppy to re-enter their chambers and tend to his pregnant wife. “Albus.” He looked up, slightly alarmed by the odd tone in her voice. Minerva’s dark hair fell over her shoulders, which seemed tiny and frail in comparison to the rest of her. “I—I think—” She gasped, and Albus stood stock still, waiting. “Get Poppy. Now.” -- “Come here, sweet,” Minerva cooed, holding out her arms. Her small daughter ran into them, giggling. Albus smiled at them both from his position on the divan, and Minerva went to sit beside him, holding the little girl in her lap. “Da’,” their daughter said, crawling into her father’s lap, where she proceeded to play with his beard. Both adults laughed, and Minerva shook her head. “Don’t pull, Ariana,” she warned, scooping her up and back into her own arms. Ariana gave her mother a sweet smile, her auburn hair glinting from the sun falling through the open window. “Lo’ you,” she hummed softly, unable to pronounce the v’s in her words. “Lo’ you Mummy. Lo’ you Da.” |
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Post by misshoneychurch88 on Jan 14, 2008 14:31:13 GMT -5
boy am I late....well here are mine for mcgonagallsgirl Two banners:   and finally a wallpaper, to apologise for hte lateness  MissHoneyChurch |
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