Post by laundry basket on Dec 11, 2006 20:20:58 GMT -5
Prompt #66: Rain
A/N: This fic takes place about ten years after Minerva began teaching, well, because I like fics when they're young
The seven members of the Gryfinndor Quidditch team were shocked. And it took quite alot to shock the members of the Gryfindor Quidditch team.
They were trudging back up to the castle after a grueling practice that only ended when it started to rain, when third-year David Smithson, one of the beaters, spotted a very disturbing sight (at least from their perspective).
"Oh. Dear. Merlin."
The other members of the team stared at him were he stood as though cemented to the ground.
"Smithson? You okay?" asked Susanna Withers, the captain of the team, in a worried voice.
"Please tell me I am imagining that."
"What?"
"Please tell me I am imagining that."
"What?"
"Please tell me I am imagining that."
"WHAT?" they all yelled in unison, which seemed to draw him out of his hypnotic state.
He pointed his finger shakily through the drizzle of rain, where they could make out two figure very close together, looking as if they were kissing.
The other beater, a fourth year named Barnabus Reed, shrugged his shoulders.
"So? Just looks like a couple of students snogging, to me."
"Look closer." David whispered.
The team squinted to make out the two people still attached at the lips, and it didn't seem like an unusual couple, until Eryka Cliefeltter, a sixth-year chaser, shrieked,
"DEAR MERLIN! It's Dumbledore and Mcgonagall!"
Noises of protest were made, until Susanna said in a small voice,
"I think she's right. Look! That taller one, there, look! He has a beard!"
"And the smaller one! She looks just McGonagall's size!"
"Oh, I just KNEW they were together!" squealed the seeker, a seventh-year girl named Clarissa Terrince, a giggly girl who really did insist they were a couple even before this (rather disturbing) proof.
The team sat it numbed silence for awhile, until the couple turned and began to walk towards the castle, in their direction.
"Oh no!"
"What if they see us?"
"We'll be toast for sure!"
"Everybody RUN!"
They zig-zagged in every direction, eventually making it one-by-one into the castle.
* * *
Walking hand-in-hand toward Hogwarts, Albus and Minerva thought briefly they might have seen a large dark huddle through the rain, and a distant yell that sounded something like,
"Every bunny rum!"
They dismissed it, however, too caught up in each other, and neither noticed that the Gryfinndor team kept turning an odd colour and running away when they saw them together.
A/N: This fic takes place about ten years after Minerva began teaching, well, because I like fics when they're young
The seven members of the Gryfinndor Quidditch team were shocked. And it took quite alot to shock the members of the Gryfindor Quidditch team.
They were trudging back up to the castle after a grueling practice that only ended when it started to rain, when third-year David Smithson, one of the beaters, spotted a very disturbing sight (at least from their perspective).
"Oh. Dear. Merlin."
The other members of the team stared at him were he stood as though cemented to the ground.
"Smithson? You okay?" asked Susanna Withers, the captain of the team, in a worried voice.
"Please tell me I am imagining that."
"What?"
"Please tell me I am imagining that."
"What?"
"Please tell me I am imagining that."
"WHAT?" they all yelled in unison, which seemed to draw him out of his hypnotic state.
He pointed his finger shakily through the drizzle of rain, where they could make out two figure very close together, looking as if they were kissing.
The other beater, a fourth year named Barnabus Reed, shrugged his shoulders.
"So? Just looks like a couple of students snogging, to me."
"Look closer." David whispered.
The team squinted to make out the two people still attached at the lips, and it didn't seem like an unusual couple, until Eryka Cliefeltter, a sixth-year chaser, shrieked,
"DEAR MERLIN! It's Dumbledore and Mcgonagall!"
Noises of protest were made, until Susanna said in a small voice,
"I think she's right. Look! That taller one, there, look! He has a beard!"
"And the smaller one! She looks just McGonagall's size!"
"Oh, I just KNEW they were together!" squealed the seeker, a seventh-year girl named Clarissa Terrince, a giggly girl who really did insist they were a couple even before this (rather disturbing) proof.
The team sat it numbed silence for awhile, until the couple turned and began to walk towards the castle, in their direction.
"Oh no!"
"What if they see us?"
"We'll be toast for sure!"
"Everybody RUN!"
They zig-zagged in every direction, eventually making it one-by-one into the castle.
* * *
Walking hand-in-hand toward Hogwarts, Albus and Minerva thought briefly they might have seen a large dark huddle through the rain, and a distant yell that sounded something like,
"Every bunny rum!"
They dismissed it, however, too caught up in each other, and neither noticed that the Gryfinndor team kept turning an odd colour and running away when they saw them together.
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