Post by expectopatronum08 on Dec 13, 2006 20:24:52 GMT -5
I decided to put all of mine in one thread so I don't get confused. You'll all find out very soon that it's a short trip for me. 
Unfortunately, I don't own them. If I did, there would be, well, sorts of things like this in the books.
#031- Sunrise
Snow fall silently on the Hogwarts grounds on an early December morning. As Minerva wakes, there is no sound to be heard- no students, no owls, no house elves, nothing--just the welcome sound of silence.
She pulls the covers off and wakes to the window that overlooks the lake. The sky, a cinereal sort of purple this morning, causes the lake to turn a metallic shade of purple, too. A bright streak of orange cuts across the sky, serving as the promise of a beautiful day.
Minerva reaches for the robe she folded over a chair the previous evening. She looks out the window again, her thoughts focused on the upcoming Christmas holiday as snow continues to fall on the grounds.
As she wraps the robe tighter around herself in an attempt to stay warm, she feels a pair of arms slip around her waist.
"Good morning, sleepyhead," Minerva says as she hears his yawn.
"Good morning, my dear," Albus replies, chuckling. He presses his face into her hair and kisses it.
An immediate sense of warmth washes over Minerva as Albus does this, and suddenly it's not cold anymore. Suddenly, nothing else matters but this early morning, the snowfall, and the two of them together. Together as they have always been, as they are, and as they will always be.
Unfortunately, I don't own them. If I did, there would be, well, sorts of things like this in the books.
#031- Sunrise
Snow fall silently on the Hogwarts grounds on an early December morning. As Minerva wakes, there is no sound to be heard- no students, no owls, no house elves, nothing--just the welcome sound of silence.
She pulls the covers off and wakes to the window that overlooks the lake. The sky, a cinereal sort of purple this morning, causes the lake to turn a metallic shade of purple, too. A bright streak of orange cuts across the sky, serving as the promise of a beautiful day.
Minerva reaches for the robe she folded over a chair the previous evening. She looks out the window again, her thoughts focused on the upcoming Christmas holiday as snow continues to fall on the grounds.
As she wraps the robe tighter around herself in an attempt to stay warm, she feels a pair of arms slip around her waist.
"Good morning, sleepyhead," Minerva says as she hears his yawn.
"Good morning, my dear," Albus replies, chuckling. He presses his face into her hair and kisses it.
An immediate sense of warmth washes over Minerva as Albus does this, and suddenly it's not cold anymore. Suddenly, nothing else matters but this early morning, the snowfall, and the two of them together. Together as they have always been, as they are, and as they will always be.
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