Let Me Introduce You~An Interactive Story

[Kegan]

I think I'll pick B too.

[Kamdra]

I choose A

[fatedromance]

Great Chapter.. I pick A

[Jessabelle]

I would really love to have both option included this week, but since I have to choose one I'll go with B! Should be interesting! Cannot wait to see what you come up with!

[Adrasteia]

This is just getting better and better. It is really hard to decide what to choose, but I think I will pick A this time.

[Sola]

A for me.

[Kimberly]

I pick B!

[Kalex]

B

[Jaya]

The chance to meet Hooch's mother? Irrestible...

I vote B

Jaya ;D

(Nice use of my phrase and object, by the way...)

[Tartan Tabby]

I take A this time!

[Hogwarts Duo]

A/N: Guess what! We had another tie this week so you’re getting both options. Thanks so very much for continuing to help us with this story. We can’t tell you how pleased we are that you’re still with us on this little adventure. This week there were 24 votes (12 each) and Quill of Minerva had the opportunity to add something to our story. She chose a baby’s crib for her object and the sentence, “You don't honestly expect me to wear that, do you?” Sadly, we never heard back from Dumbledore’s Kitten but hopefully we can catch up with her later. This week, we’re inviting Tartanphoenix and Kimberly to send us an object and a sentence for inclusion.

Now, with all of that out of the way…we gladly give you:

Invitations and Introductions

Raindrops pounded upon the windowpanes of Hogwarts, rousing Minerva from her sound sleep and blissful dreams of Albus. The sky was a cold gray and from the look of things outside, the rain would not be letting up any time soon. A definite chill hung in the air as Minerva pulled the sheets closer around her body and snuggled back into the pillows. If Albus hadn’t been away at the conference, it would have been the perfect lazy Sunday morning to lie in bed, wrapped securely in his arms and sharing the quiet moments together.

But Albus was not at the school and would not be back for quite some time and Minerva had things to do. First and foremost, she needed to look in on the potion to ensure that things were still going according to schedule. The importance of the potion was not fully known yet but the little bit they had learned was enough to cause them to guard it more carefully than they would otherwise. So much was pending on their research and it was that kind of pressure and the excitement of new discovery that drove Minerva to near distraction sometimes.

Throwing the blanket off her body, Minerva reached to the foot of the bed and wrapped Albus’ dressing gown she had taken from his rooms around her tightly. There was still a faint trace of his arousing cologne on the fabric and Minerva closed her eyes as she permitted herself a moment of fantasy before really sliding from the bed. He would be home tonight and she could not wait another day longer to hold him in her arms. It was only last night that she contemplated flooing to his hotel room unannounced. But before she could go through with her plans, a student stopped by to ask a question about something she had spoken of in class. By the time the student left, her impetuous idea had fluttered away, leaving her tired, lonely and longing for Albus.

After a long, hot shower and a hearty breakfast, Minerva entered the meditation room to spend a few quiet moments centering her thoughts and organizing the vast array of thoughts forming in her mind. Unfortunately, she was not nearly as successful as she would have hoped for there were memories of Albus even in this room and some of them were quite heated. With a playful grin, she allowed memories to flash before her eyes as the storms inside her body and outside the castle grew in intensity. It was then that she realized the humming of the necklace against her skin and her smile grew even wider. It wouldn’t be long before Albus was home and she could look into those twinkling blue eyes of his.

With the potion simmering away just as it should have been, Minerva settled at her desk to grade the rolls of parchment she had assigned to the sixth year Slytherins after their misbehaving conduct on Friday afternoon.

Her stint as the Transfiguration professor had started so wonderfully. The students truly seemed to be happy with her teaching style and they were enjoying the lessons she had prepared. Not wanting to disrupt their classes with her own lesson plans, she had tried to follow Albus’ lessons but soon found that she was adding little things which only enhanced their experience. Even Armando had noticed a change in the students as early as Thursday afternoon after her first class.

But Friday was not as smooth. While the Gryffindor students gave her their full attention and cooperation, the Slytherin students had been determined to make her life as miserable as possible. They had refused to pay attention, opting to chat amongst themselves, pass notes or other such disruptions. Some of the more arrogant males thought it wise to test her authority and push her to her limits with their snide comments and snickers. And the last straw was the blatant disregard for the warnings she gave before showing them one of the most complicated spells.

As a result of their carelessness, serious transfiguration accidents had occurred creating the need for multiple trips to the infirmary for several Gryffindor students. Because the offenders had been too cowardly to confess to their deeds, Minerva had assigned each Slytherin to write an essay on the seriousness of the art of transfiguration. In and of itself that had not been bad but when she announced the length, a loud groan erupted in the room. Considering how dangerous their actions had been and the maliciousness with which the spells had been cast, Minerva did not feel that 3 rolls of parchment, each, was too much.

In fact, the accidents had upset Minerva so much, Armando insisted that she spend the night at the castle and he arranged for her to have her own rooms close to Albus’. And when she had told the events of the day to him on Friday night, Albus promised her that they would receive an even stiffer punishment from him for being so disrespectful to his substitute and for causing her to worry. Now, here she sat in her office on a dreary day practically forcing herself to concentrate on the task at hand when she’d much rather be preparing for Albus’ homecoming.

Hours later and with the rain having eased a bit, Minerva stretched, much like she would have done had she been in her animagus form. Her shoulders and back ached from bending over the desk and carefully reading the essays she had assigned. Once or twice she had questioned the severity of her punishment but when she stopped to think of what might have happened had she not been as quick to take charge, she steeled her resolve and pressed on with renewed vigor.

With her grading finally complete, she checked on the potion once more, making sure it would not require further attention before sometime the following day. Glancing at the clock in her meditation room, Minerva felt her heart beginning to pick up the pace with thoughts of Albus returning soon. He had made her promise to be in his rooms when he returned and she had already decided on how she’d like to greet him. Quickly locking up the room, she went into her own chambers to start her preliminary preparations.

Albus Dumbledore never knew his feet could carry him across the grounds of Hogwarts so quickly. Forgetting the fact that the sky was pouring a chilling rain upon his head, the reason for his swiftness was no doubt waiting for him in his chambers. Glancing up towards his chambers, though, he noted the darkness that blackened the windows. Perhaps Minerva had grown tired of waiting and gone to her own rooms.

Thinking ahead as he took the stairs two by two, he was already loosening his wet cloak before giving the portrait his password and entering his sitting room. He would quickly change his clothing then dash to Minerva’s rooms to spend what little time they had before Monday classes began.

Entering his rooms, he waited for his eyes to adjust to the absolute darkness. It was a stark contrast to the lights from the wall sconces just beyond his wooden door but with a few patient seconds, his eyes began to make out the familiar layout. As quickly as possible, he began unfastening his wet clothing, shedding each article as he strode to his bedroom to freshen up a bit before seeing his love.

Had Albus not known any better, he would have sworn that the darkness of this particular room was more pronounced than the one he had just vacated. Yet there was something soothing in the air…something that spoke of Minerva. His keen senses picked up on a charge in the air and he only felt that sort of reaction when Minerva was near.

“Lumos” he whispered.

“Well, hello stranger,” Minerva beamed. “I was beginning to think you had found someone at the conference to entertain you this evening,” she teased.

Albus’ mouth went dry as he stared dumbfounded at the sight before him. Minerva was sitting in the middle of his bed. The pale blue satin sheet was pulled just far enough to hide her breasts from his heated stare and her black, wavy hair spilled across her creamy shoulders creating a wonderful vision that any man would be thrilled to find upon his return home after a long hard day at work.

“What’s the matter, Albus? Cat got your tongue?” Minerva’s voice was tinted with a husky tone that Albus had learned very well over the last week. Just hearing his name as it fell from her lips made his body begin to react and remember what it was like to hold her in his arms.

“Not yet she hasn’t but I’m hoping we can change that right now,” he said, wiggling his eyebrows at her.

[Hogwarts Duo]

“It’s awfully cold in this big bed by myself and from the look of things,” she said glancing below his waist, “you are just the wizard to warm things up in here.” Daringly, she lowered the sheet just a fraction of an inch, just enough to taunt him with her delicate body.

Shedding the remainder of his clothes in a puddle on the floor, Albus lifted the corner of the sheet and slid in beside her. The feel of her soft skin against his as he took her in his arms sent a wave of heat through both of them. Minerva moaned as he drew her to him, straddling his lap and feeling his skilled and familiar hands as they explored each curvy inch of her body. It wasn’t long before the sound of the pelting rain was drowned out by soft sighs and moans of a couple in love.

A brilliant sunrise greeted the lovers as it poured through the gaps of the purple drapes in Albus’ bedroom. Minerva stretched her body languidly and snuggled deeper into the warmth of his body. “Mmmm, that was the best sleep I’ve had since you left,” she said planting kisses all along his chest and throat.

“I couldn’t agree more,” was his reply as he folded his arms around her and pressed a soft kiss to her forehead. “I’m sorry I have to get up from here and start my day soon. I’d much rather continue with our antics from last night,” he chuckled.

“So would I but I dare say that Armando would be less than pleased to hear our heartfelt explanations for your absence. While he is supportive of our relationship, he would be quick to reprimand us if it began to interfere with the students education.”

Albus groaned. He knew Minerva was right but that didn’t make it any easier to draw away from her when he had only returned a short time ago. “Meet me here for a private lunch then? Or in the meditation room. We can eat a quick bite and then spend the rest of the time catching up on what we missed this past weekend.”

“It’s a date!” With one last tender kiss, Minerva watched as his naked form crossed the room to the bathroom. She could see faint traces of nail marks on his back and bottom, a true sign of how wonderful he made her feel.

“Well are you going to just lay there or are you going to join me in the shower? I still have an hour before my first class and I can forgo breakfast for something much sweeter and enjoyable.” With a giggle, Minerva jumped from the bed and darted after him only to be caught in his arms and carried to the hot water of the shower where things only got hotter.

Albus was now running late. His bath time adventure with Minerva had caused them both to lose track of time and now he had to practically run to his first class. Pausing at the door to catch his breath, he overheard Minerva’s name so he stopped long enough to listen.

At first, Albus was thrilled to hear such high praises for Minerva. The students seemed to be truly lamenting his return, which both pleased and saddened him. While he knew he was certainly replaceable, just as any teacher at the school, he had hoped his students had missed him and the fun they always had. But in listening, he realized that many of the male students were still quite smitten with the raven haired beauty as well as in awe of her impressive skills in the classroom.

Entering the room, he couldn’t quite contain the chuckle that slipped from his throat as their faces dropped upon seeing him enter. “I hate to burst your bubbles but Miss McGonagall will not be teaching you today. She has other matters of great research importance to attend to. But I would like to hear how you think she performed in my absence before we begin the lesson for today.”

A long silence descended upon the students, looking from one to the other as if trying to decide whether or not to enlighten him. Finally, one shy girl in the back of the classroom raised her hand and started the dialogue between professor and students, telling of how Miss McGonagall had helped her to understand the principles behind the spells they were working on which enabled her to actually perform better when she attempted them. Albus made a mental note to thank Minerva. He had been most worried about Miss Stevenson for she seemed to be struggling of late.

One by one, the students began to share little details of how Minerva had helped them in one way or another. Or how she had lightened the mood a bit by trying to entertain them as she knew Albus always did during the practical part of the lesson. He could only imagine the things Minerva might try to do to amuse his pupils but whatever she had done, they seemed to have enjoyed it.

“We’re just glad we weren’t in the other class she had on Friday,” one young male spoke up. “We heard she got very upset with the Slytherin class and gave them so much homework they all had to spend the weekend in the common room or the library working on it. And that was on top of their other homework.” Several more students chimed in with similar thoughts.

“But they had it coming, intentionally hexing a fellow classmate. I sure would’ve loved to have seen her face. I heard she went from fun and games to no nonsense quicker than I can bat my eyes! And the lecture she gave them…wow, I bet their ears are still ringing if what I’ve heard in the hallways is true.”

Albus listened intently, taking note of everything they had to say. Overall, he was pleased with what he heard and he would be taking up the problem with the Slytherins later this afternoon. After all, Minerva was right. Transfiguration was a dangerous subject and one which required the witch or wizard’s full attention. And hexing another student or group of students on purpose was not conduct becoming any of the noble houses of Hogwarts.

“Thank you all for sharing your thoughts with me. I am certain Miss McGonagall also enjoyed teaching your class. And we must all learn from what happened in the other class. There are times when it’s fun to play tricks and pranks but one must never forget that they can quickly turn cruel and dangerous when the intentions are not pure.” He paused to let his words really sink into their minds. “Now, if you’re really good and pay attention, I might just let you off without any homework this evening due to your excellent behavior in my absence.”

Albus strode through the halls of Hogwarts, calling greetings to the students who were on their way to dinner in the Great Hall. Normally he would be joining them but Minerva’s parents had invited their daughter and beau to dinner earlier that week and he was on his way to the gates to apparate to her apartment. His mind wandered over the past week as his boots trod the rain-softened earth as he exited the school.

Albus’ welcome home had been an extremely pleasant surprise. As had the success Minerva had experienced with her first teaching adventure. The only disappointment in the entire week was Minerva’s return to apartment living. The benefits to her being so close by were readily apparent and Albus had already embarked on a discussion with Armando around the possibility of a semi-permanent residence for her.

Albus frowned as he considered the walls he had hit in regards to his request. Armando was reluctant to give Minerva rooms on the basis of her being a single female in relations with a professor at the school, and his Deputy no less, and not engaged in a teaching capacity at Hogwarts. He stated that flooing was just as easy as walking down the hall, if not faster. And while Albus saw some of his points, he wanted his Minerva as close as possible.

He argued with the Headmaster that with some of their research reaching a more critical stage, timing was imperative and flooing could not always be counted on to be timely or accurate. But he knew that deep in his heart, it was because he wanted to spend more time with Minerva. More of their meals, more of their evenings, more of their nights…

Albus stopped as the thought faded away. What were his intentions with Minerva…and did he already know the answer. He had told Armando when questioned that his intention were completely honorable. And he knew that they were. He very much intended to ask for Minerva’s hand. So what was holding him back? Very soon the potion would be ready and Minerva would know his thoughts. Perhaps it was time for him to really look at where his life was headed and what he had to offer to the woman who consumed his mind and heart.

He resumed his way down the well worn path, a smile overtaking his features. Thoughts on the research and his life with Minerva led him to the planned trip to Egypt. He still, after having received her parent’s permission, had not asked Minerva to accompany him during his Christmas break. Perhaps it was time that he did so – and maybe it would provide more opportunities than he originally expected. With the cool air whipping around his cloak, Albus stepped outside the large gates and apparated to Minerva’s place to accompany her to her family’s manor.

[Hogwarts Duo]

Minerva shivered in the cold air as she stood in front of her parent’s home, waiting for the distinctive pop that would accompany Albus’ arrival. He has paused only long enough to smooth down his robes and take a deep breath before embarking on the trip with his beloved. It took only a few seconds but in that time she was able to take notice of the slight changes to the countryside. The large tree that usually stood on the far end of the lake appeared to have been split in half, possibly from a recent lightning storm. She remembered playing on it when she was little and mourned a bit at its destruction. And the flower beds at the front of the home seemed to have faded as the fall weather forced the plants to retreat.

She felt Albus’ warm arm encircle her waist interrupting her thoughts. She smiled up at him as they made their way to the front door. He had arrived at her apartment smartly dressed and bearing a large bouquet of flowers. She laughed a little, drawing his attention, as she remembered how she had thought they were for her. Albus had been slightly embarrassed but Minerva’s enthusiasm at the gesture had allayed any of his fears. Her mother would love the flowers and it would be one more step in cementing his relationship with her parents. Minerva had quickly apparated to her family’s home and waited for Albus to appear beside her. She smiled as she found that she was very much looking forward to the evening ahead.

“Are you ready?” Minerva questioned Albus as she raised the knocker on the door.

Albus winked at her, causing her nerve ending to dance delightedly. “For whatever is thrown my way.”

Minerva felt the wood shiver as the knocker announced their arrival. Something in the air made her look up just as the door was flung open and a tall curvy witch with cropped purple hair shrieked delightedly before gathering her up into a bone-crushing hug.

“I am so sorry I missed your birthday, baby girl. You know how Uncle Edmond can be with his travel schedule and considering it was their first game of the season. Well, I only hope that you will forgive me.” Minerva’s reply was muffled as her mind raced to corral all of the implications that this new development would hold for their night.

Gold speckled eyes shined with warmth as they spun her around. “It is nice to see you looking so lovely. Why you look positively radiant Min.”

Minerva smiled as she pulled Albus to her, hoping he would take some of the attention that was being focused solely on her for the moment. “Aunt Vive may I present Albus Dumbledore.”

“My, my, more handsome than I remember.” Albus took her Aunt’s hand and planted a small kiss across her knuckles before returning her greeting. Minerva watched as Vive smiled with appreciation as she dragged the two of them through the door, chatting the whole time.

“No need to be so formal Min. After all, I did take a few classes with Albus at Hogwarts, not to mention him being my head of house, and since he is so special to you…well, that makes him family to me. Now, I do believe your parents are waiting for us in the sitting room.”

As they made the final turn to where Minerva’s parents were seated, Albus smiled at Minerva. She tried to whisper a quick “I had no idea she was going to be here” but was interrupted as her father gave her a big hug.

Minerva had been right about her Mother and the flowers. She had thanked Albus profusely and took them to the kitchen to find a vase herself. On her way out she had given her Father a look while whispering, and not too softly, how nice it was to receive flowers from someone. Now they were all sitting comfortably chatting about their recent adventures.

Minerva was delighted with how the evening was going so far. Especially with the addition of Aunt Vive. She hadn’t known that her parents had invited her, and to be fair, they very well may not have invited her. Aunt Vive often times would show up unexpectedly knowing she would always be welcome. And she always made an interesting addition to any gathering. Minerva used to look forward to Aunt Vive’s wild stories and even wilder hair.

“I found that every class had glowing things to say, even if a few found her a little strict.” Minerva listened as Albus concluded his portion of the story from her teaching encounter. She had already recounted her end of things but Albus loved bragging about her so he felt it was in everyone’s interest to hear all the lovely things his students had regaled him with upon his return. And Minerva truly didn’t mind. It only made her all the more interested in pursuing a teaching path one day.

“She was always a bit formal, even when she was younger.”

Minerva harrumphed at that comment from her Aunt Vive and all eyes turned to her. With a slight coloring of her cheeks, she defended her position. “Anyone would be formal compared to you Aunt Vive and you well know it. I was a normal child and did plenty of childlike things.”

Aunt Vive got a wicked smile on her face and Minerva began to worry. She only looked that way when she had an adventure or devious plot in mind. “I remember it quite differently. And I believe I have some photographs to prove it.”

“I would love to see some childhood pictures of Minerva.” Albus had spoken before Minerva could think of a reasonable excuse for Vive not to share. She glared at the wizard who was squeezing her hand in what she assumed was supposed to be a reassuring manner.

The first few pictures were relatively harmless. Minerva as a baby being held by her parents. She was smiling and grabbing at her mother’s long hair. There were also pictures of her chewing on her father’s wand, playing in the grass and holding a bunch of flowers. The next two made Minerva cringe a bit. She was at a park in the first one, kids her age all around and playing all sorts of fun games but Minerva was tucked away in a corner, a book nearly as big as herself propped in her lap. She would occasionally look up at the others, a clear look of disdain on her face at their antics.

“And I bet you remember this night. Your formal introduction to wizarding society, just a few years before you left for Hogwarts. I remember exactly what you said when your Mother presented you with the family robes.”

“You don't honestly expect me to wear that, do you?” Minerva whispered the phrase along with her Aunt, who did a fair impersonation of her as a petulant child. She felt her stomach drop as she remembered the moment.

“It was the closest I ever came to strangling you. But you made up for it and you did look lovely.” Albus was staring at the picture of the tentatively smiling girl. She wore a beautiful set of green robes, a tartan sash tied around her waist. The fabric was beautiful if a bit frilly. The reason why Minerva hadn’t wanted to wear it in the first place, she had deemed it much too girly.

Minerva looked up to see her Mom smiling at her. She breathed deeply, her thoughts jumbled between the past and present. She remembered how her Mother had laid the dress on her bed and left the room without saying a thing. As soon as the door had shut, Vive had laid into her with a vengeance. Needless to say, she had worn the dress and happily.

“Now you had better promise me Albus that when you have kids of your own…”

“Aunt Vive!”

“Vive Hooch!”

The two McGonagall women’s voices rang out as one and whatever the flashy witch was going to say was drowned out by their outrage. “Well really, anyone can see that he is smitten with her. And who wouldn’t be, she is a wonderful woman.”

Minerva felt like her face was on fire and she desperately looked at her mother for support. “Please Vive, whatever their future decisions are, they are none of our business and not up for discussion. Now I think it is time that we go and eat. After you...”

[Hogwarts Duo]

She brooked no argument and soon Minerva and Albus were left alone. “I am so sorry Albus. Aunt Vive has good intentions; she just tends to say whatever pops into her head without thinking first.”

“It is okay Minerva. I find her very amusing, a good storyteller and you can really see how much she loves you. It is hard to go wrong with all of those traits. Besides, I remember her in school so I was well prepared.” He chuckled good-naturedly as Minerva sighed in relief. “Now we had better head to the dining room before they begin to speculate on what is keeping us.”

Dinner had ended a short time ago and Minerva was now cuddled up against Albus as they walked through the garden in the cool night air each lost in their own thoughts. Albus had had a lovely time. The conversation at dinner had been intriguing and Genevieve Hooch had been a bit more tame. He was sure it had to do with Athena speaking up for her daughter and Albus had to swallow the laughter that rose to the surface.

Vive, as she preferred to be called, had not changed much since her school days. He could still see the bright but joking student he had taught from years ago. And to think that she had married Edmond Hooch, why she had barely tolerated the man in their school days. The only thing they had going for them was that he was the son of a famous quidditch player and she was a rather large quidditch fan. However, he could quite vividly recall the two of them practically dueling in the halls over who would win the Quidditch World Cup. And to think that Edmond had gone on to become a coach. After his accident in seventh year that kept him from going professional, Albus had thought the boy had given up on the game.

Albus realized they had stopped walking and found that they were standing on the back veranda. Minerva was waving her wand at a chair, her eyes distant. When she didn’t react immediately to the results of her transfiguration, Albus knew that she was truly somewhere else. His laughter got her attention however and Minerva was soon stuttering a hasty apology.

“I am so sorry Albus. I…something more comfortable…please don’t think…”

Albus took in the sight of her wide eyes, fixed on the baby’s crib sitting before them and hugged her tightly. “There is absolutely no need to apologize. It was an excellent transfiguration and if you were still in my class I would give you full marks. However, I hope this will do in the meantime.”

His warm lips met hers and she responded immediately, pressing her body into his. A moan escaped her lips and Albus plunged deeper, his tongue eagerly parting her lips – exploring, tasting. A noise from inside had the pair jumping apart.

They both smiled at each other as Albus changed the crib into a sofa. He pulled Minerva onto his lap as he sat down, running his hands through her gloriously silky hair. As she leaned into his touch, Albus decided now would be the perfect time to bring up the trip. “How would you like to go to Egypt with me for Christmas?”

Minerva spun around on his lap, her eyes alight with excitement. She parted her lips to speak but then changed her mind. Her eyes took on a decidedly sad cast. “I would love to go to Egypt with you Albus but I need to think on it. Christmas is very important to our family and I have never missed a celebration with my parents.”

Albus took one of her hands between his own. “I understand my dear. I know how important spending Christmas with your family is to you. That is why I asked them to join us. And they agreed to come if it is where you would like to spend the holidays.”

Much to Albus’ pleasure, Minerva was temporarily speechless. He waited with delight as she processed the information he had presented. He didn’t have to wait long. “You asked my parents?”

“Quite a while ago in fact. I kept meaning to ask you but seemed to always get delayed.”

The look in Minerva’s eyes as she gazed at him caused Albus’ heart to start beating erratically. “Oh, Albus.”

Her lips crushed his as she poured all of her love into a single kiss. Albus was breathless, blood rushing through his veins. He brought his hand up to cup the nape of her neck as his mouth trailed across her jaw nibbling along the way. Minerva gasped as his teeth found the lobe of her ear, teasing her mercilessly. They were both heedless of the set of eyes which spied them through a curtain. And who shortly thereafter started a debate with her companions about the future of the couple seated several yards away locked in a heated embrace.

Options for this week:

A) Armando runs into Minerva and offers his sincerest apologizes at denying Albus’ request of granting her rooms at Hogwarts, something she knew nothing about. Now, Minerva begins to take a long hard look at her relationship with Albus and the direction in which it might be heading.

B) Albus and Minerva receive an engagement announcement from Stephen and Maggie, prompting Minerva and Maggie to have a girl’s day out to discuss plans and lovers.

Voting ends on Aug. 21.

[TheGryffindorSeeker]

loved the chapter The story just keeps getting better and better. I vote for A

[Adrasteia]

Genevieve Hooch is simply hilarious ;D
Great chapter, like usual.
This time I vote B.

[Herzele]

Yay !! Another wonderful long chapter !!

I vote B, this time ...

[ginger newts]

Excellent chapter, ladies. I enjoyed seeing the beginnings of stern Professor! Minerva and of course the glimpse of her childhood was priceless. I think I'll vote A for next week, sounds like it should be interesting.

[Miss Q]

Wow... with every chapter I'm getting more and more impressed! You gals rock! This chapter was great!

And so once again I have to choose.... hmmm... (I am thinking really, really hard!!). I would LOVE to see both options, but I think I'll go with A this time.

Once again, thank you for sharing your hard work, ans I look forward to see the next chapter!

M

[MiniPrincess]

Great update! I was away last week so I missed voting on the previous chapter (lucky me I go both options!!)
I've always said life imitates art or is it art imitates life? The point is 2 engagements have just been announced in my family so to keep with the above saying I'm voting for B!

[Sensiblyquirky]

great chapter. I pick A this week.

Christy

[JKMcGonagall]

I loved this chapter. Aunt Vive was absolutely great. For next time, I choose B. But, I really like both options. It is so hard to choose. (I can always hope for another tie.)

Kay

[Kerin]

I am going to pick B this time around. I am hoping Albus takes a page out of their book.

[Karmin]

Decisions, decisions, decisions. This was a hard choice for me this time around. I think I'll go with A although I wouldn't mind hearing what the women would have spoken about.

[QuillofMinerva]

Oh my......why do you both do this to us? I would love to see both ideas in the next chapter so I wonder if there will be a tie again (I can hope lol) but I am going to say A this time around.

Liked how you added my things into the story

Once again a great chapter

Clayre xxx

[tayryn]

another fine update!

while i was hoping for more of Hooch's mother, i still very much enjoyed her antics!

and to end the chapter with Albus and Minerva kissing... yum!!

my pick for the next chapter... is A!!

[Mellypoo622]

I started reading this quite some time ago and stopped reading it. I cannot remember for the life of me why I would ever stop reading such a wonderful story! Anyways I caught up now and enjoyed it so much! This story is incredible! I love how you include the suggestions given to you guys. I read the AN at the begining of each chapter and see some of the requests to be included and cannot figure out how it can ever be done without being out of place but everytime it's done perfectly. I don't even realize you included the objects or the lines because they seem so in place, until after I'm done reading and I think about it. This story is amazing!!!

As for voting... A!!!!

[Kandice]

I choose A this time.

[Jaya]

A for me as well!

Great update!

Jaya

[Orion's Guard]

I swear I've been reading, I just don't think I've replied in a couple of weeks.

I must choose option B this week, just because conflict is always more fun then, well, fun. I look forward to your next chapter, whichever option it is.