Post by osusprinks on Dec 5, 2006 23:25:56 GMT -5
A/N: I really should be studying, but I just can't make myself do anymore tonight. Thanks for reading:) OSUSprinks
Disclaimer: Not mine, never was mine, never will be mine, and for that I am most sad.
Breakfast had always been her favorite meal. Growing up, Minerva had loved breakfast foods more than most. Some of her best memories of home were of her whole family sitting around the old oak table in her mother’s kitchen; the day she found out she was going to be a sister, her grandparents’ visits, and her first really powerful bit of accidental magic when she changed her sister into a toad because she ate the last waffle. She still remembered distinctly the muffins her mother had served the morning of her eleventh birthday and the day she received her Hogwarts letter.
When she had entered Hogwarts as a student, breakfast had taken on a new significance, for it was her first chance each day to see a certain auburn-haired, crystal-blue eyed Transfiguration Master. When she had returned to the school as a professor, breakfast had become even more important, not just as a meal but as a destination, the journey to which afforded her the opportunity of being on Albus’ arm and the center of his attention, if only for a few minutes.
As Albus came into the room, dressed only in his turquoise nightshirt, hands full of a tray with enough tea, toast, jam, eggs, and bacon to feed the rest of Hogwarts, Minerva smiled at her husband, whose beard was dipping into the jug of orange juice. Yes, she had always had many reasons to love breakfast and in her lifetime had enjoyed many of the early morning meals. But she knew that of all them, todays would always stand out as her favorite. It was not her first breakfast in bed, but it was her first spent in (or out of) bed as the very contented, extraordinarily happy bride of Albus Dumbledore.
Disclaimer: Not mine, never was mine, never will be mine, and for that I am most sad.
Fanfic100 Challenge: Prompt #56: Breakfast
Breakfast had always been her favorite meal. Growing up, Minerva had loved breakfast foods more than most. Some of her best memories of home were of her whole family sitting around the old oak table in her mother’s kitchen; the day she found out she was going to be a sister, her grandparents’ visits, and her first really powerful bit of accidental magic when she changed her sister into a toad because she ate the last waffle. She still remembered distinctly the muffins her mother had served the morning of her eleventh birthday and the day she received her Hogwarts letter.
When she had entered Hogwarts as a student, breakfast had taken on a new significance, for it was her first chance each day to see a certain auburn-haired, crystal-blue eyed Transfiguration Master. When she had returned to the school as a professor, breakfast had become even more important, not just as a meal but as a destination, the journey to which afforded her the opportunity of being on Albus’ arm and the center of his attention, if only for a few minutes.
As Albus came into the room, dressed only in his turquoise nightshirt, hands full of a tray with enough tea, toast, jam, eggs, and bacon to feed the rest of Hogwarts, Minerva smiled at her husband, whose beard was dipping into the jug of orange juice. Yes, she had always had many reasons to love breakfast and in her lifetime had enjoyed many of the early morning meals. But she knew that of all them, todays would always stand out as her favorite. It was not her first breakfast in bed, but it was her first spent in (or out of) bed as the very contented, extraordinarily happy bride of Albus Dumbledore.
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