Post by Karlynne on Aug 6, 2005 4:16:24 GMT -5
I was commanded to find a story that could be posted and thought it would be nice to post a chapter fic. This was one Karlie didn’t post for whatever reason. I read it a few months ago and liked it so I hope all of you will too. Kandie
Fire
The title is so lame but the story involves it in more than one way and I can’t seem to bother myself to come up with a better one. I don’t think I’ll post this one. I wanted to collaborate with Alex and thought it would be nice to work on a story together but after three days and not getting much accomplished I decided it might be best to do this alone. Actually, if Alex would accept the fact that when we disagree, I am right and he is ALWAYS wrong, we could have written a great story. I would dedicate this story to Alex but he would laugh and ask where is the lemon? I'm thinking of trading him in for a cat. Karlie
Minerva McGonagall watched as several wizards cast more spells at the burning building. She didn’t know why they wasted their time with water. The building was a total loss. Most of her felt numb as she watched what was left of her home collapse launching several burning pieces of lumber into the air.
She could hear her neighbors behind her whispering about the loss of McGonagall Manor and the prophecy that finally came true. It had been five hundred years since Madame Circe Delaney predicted the loss of the manor due to withering morals and vice.
Minerva was the last remaining McGonagall and she was neither immoral nor was she corrupt. She rolled her eyes at the thought of her nosy neighbors spreading the news that Madame Delaney had been correct and she was a true seer. Her only other prediction had been that the unicorn population would spread disease throughout the muggle world.
“Miss McGonagall?”
Minerva turned at the sound of the voice beside her. Armando Dippet, Headmaster of Hogwarts and her new employer, put a fatherly arm across her shoulder.
“I am sorry for your losses. I am certain it can be rebuilt.” His voice was sincere and it warmed Minerva to hear his soothing tones.
“It’s only June but I don’t believe I can begin teaching in September. It will take time to rebuild and the ministry is sure to investigate before they allow the insurance to be paid.” Minerva sighed. “I may not be able to begin for a few weeks.”
Armando patted her shoulder gently. “I can find someone to teach your pupils for the first month or so or however long you need.”
Minerva smiled at him gratefully.
“Thank you, Professor. I will try to finish as soon as I can. I am not going to rebuild the manor. It was much too large for only me so I will try to make better use of the land and build a smaller home, a cottage.”
“I can provide housing for you once school is in session if your home isn’t finished but what will you do in the mean time?”
“I will try to get a room in Hogsmeade or at the very worst I can stay at the Leaky Cauldron,” was her reply. She wasn’t concerned about herself. She hoped that something would be salvageable. She only had the clothes on her back and a few personal articles in the bag beside her. She was grateful she had gone to Ireland for the weekend to attend a friend’s wedding. At least she had a change of clothing and a few toiletries.
She sighed and moved a little closer to the building. Armando let her go without comment and he watched the dejected slump of her shoulders as more timbers crashed to the ground. He had to do something to help her.
Albus Dumbledore whistled as he finished writing the last Hogwarts letter to next years’ students. He wrote his signature with a flourish and stretched. Another chore finished and now he could indulge in a little sweet. His small dish of sherbet lemons had been calling to him for the past twenty minutes.
He sucked on the tart candy and mulled over the upcoming school year. As Deputy Headmaster he was privy to a lot of information and the tidbit that pleased him most was the new Ancient Runes professor. Minerva McGonagall had impressed him during her seventh year at school.
She had been intelligent and had a grasp for Transfigurations that nearly rivaled his own. She was also extremely competent in Arithmancy and Ancient Runes and her Newt scores reflected her abilities. His first year of teaching had ended on a high note since she had been top student of her year and one of his own Gryffindors.
Somehow over twenty years had passed and when she came to interview for the open Ancient Runes position, he had been pleasantly surprised. She had taught primary school for the past ten years and prior to that had worked for the ministry. She was talented and for the first time Albus noticed she was very beautiful.
He could be forgiven for not having noticed her while she was a student under his care. He had been nearing a century and the students seemed like babes to him, hardly old enough to be away from their parents.
The woman who arrived two months ago to interview for the position had made him aware of all her attributes. Armando had done the interview but he had asked Albus to remain so he could share his opinion as well. Albus did not think Armando was interested in how his loins ached when she entered or how her hips swayed ever so gently when she walked. He could describe her lips for hours before tiring but instead he simply stated she was a good candidate and left it at that.
The Dumbledore curse prevented him from dwelling on his daydreams and he had left to teach his class as soon as Armando dismissed him.
He might not be able to indulge in a relationship with Minerva but he could look from afar and appreciate.
Only one person dared to walk into his office unannounced and without knocking. Albus greeted Armando as soon as the door opened and offered him a seat.
He was sincerely sorry for Minerva’s misfortune and automatically offered his assistance without thought. He was unprepared for it to be accepted.
“I knew I could count on you Albus. I was just wondering who had a spare room and your name popped into my head.” He beamed at Albus and rose. “I thought since Aberforth decided to …er…do research he would no longer live with you?”
Albus nodded but his mind was racing. He couldn’t share his small flat with Minerva. Two months was a very long time and he hardly considered himself a contender for sainthood. The thought of her staying at the Leaky Cauldron, however, caused his stomach to flip.
Tom ran a clean establishment but several shady characters passed through at night and Minerva struck him as the type to work into the late hours of the night if necessary.
“I’ll send her over this evening, Albus.” Armando beamed at him again and left before Albus could object.
What was he going to do?
Fire
The title is so lame but the story involves it in more than one way and I can’t seem to bother myself to come up with a better one. I don’t think I’ll post this one. I wanted to collaborate with Alex and thought it would be nice to work on a story together but after three days and not getting much accomplished I decided it might be best to do this alone. Actually, if Alex would accept the fact that when we disagree, I am right and he is ALWAYS wrong, we could have written a great story. I would dedicate this story to Alex but he would laugh and ask where is the lemon? I'm thinking of trading him in for a cat. Karlie
Minerva McGonagall watched as several wizards cast more spells at the burning building. She didn’t know why they wasted their time with water. The building was a total loss. Most of her felt numb as she watched what was left of her home collapse launching several burning pieces of lumber into the air.
She could hear her neighbors behind her whispering about the loss of McGonagall Manor and the prophecy that finally came true. It had been five hundred years since Madame Circe Delaney predicted the loss of the manor due to withering morals and vice.
Minerva was the last remaining McGonagall and she was neither immoral nor was she corrupt. She rolled her eyes at the thought of her nosy neighbors spreading the news that Madame Delaney had been correct and she was a true seer. Her only other prediction had been that the unicorn population would spread disease throughout the muggle world.
“Miss McGonagall?”
Minerva turned at the sound of the voice beside her. Armando Dippet, Headmaster of Hogwarts and her new employer, put a fatherly arm across her shoulder.
“I am sorry for your losses. I am certain it can be rebuilt.” His voice was sincere and it warmed Minerva to hear his soothing tones.
“It’s only June but I don’t believe I can begin teaching in September. It will take time to rebuild and the ministry is sure to investigate before they allow the insurance to be paid.” Minerva sighed. “I may not be able to begin for a few weeks.”
Armando patted her shoulder gently. “I can find someone to teach your pupils for the first month or so or however long you need.”
Minerva smiled at him gratefully.
“Thank you, Professor. I will try to finish as soon as I can. I am not going to rebuild the manor. It was much too large for only me so I will try to make better use of the land and build a smaller home, a cottage.”
“I can provide housing for you once school is in session if your home isn’t finished but what will you do in the mean time?”
“I will try to get a room in Hogsmeade or at the very worst I can stay at the Leaky Cauldron,” was her reply. She wasn’t concerned about herself. She hoped that something would be salvageable. She only had the clothes on her back and a few personal articles in the bag beside her. She was grateful she had gone to Ireland for the weekend to attend a friend’s wedding. At least she had a change of clothing and a few toiletries.
She sighed and moved a little closer to the building. Armando let her go without comment and he watched the dejected slump of her shoulders as more timbers crashed to the ground. He had to do something to help her.
Albus Dumbledore whistled as he finished writing the last Hogwarts letter to next years’ students. He wrote his signature with a flourish and stretched. Another chore finished and now he could indulge in a little sweet. His small dish of sherbet lemons had been calling to him for the past twenty minutes.
He sucked on the tart candy and mulled over the upcoming school year. As Deputy Headmaster he was privy to a lot of information and the tidbit that pleased him most was the new Ancient Runes professor. Minerva McGonagall had impressed him during her seventh year at school.
She had been intelligent and had a grasp for Transfigurations that nearly rivaled his own. She was also extremely competent in Arithmancy and Ancient Runes and her Newt scores reflected her abilities. His first year of teaching had ended on a high note since she had been top student of her year and one of his own Gryffindors.
Somehow over twenty years had passed and when she came to interview for the open Ancient Runes position, he had been pleasantly surprised. She had taught primary school for the past ten years and prior to that had worked for the ministry. She was talented and for the first time Albus noticed she was very beautiful.
He could be forgiven for not having noticed her while she was a student under his care. He had been nearing a century and the students seemed like babes to him, hardly old enough to be away from their parents.
The woman who arrived two months ago to interview for the position had made him aware of all her attributes. Armando had done the interview but he had asked Albus to remain so he could share his opinion as well. Albus did not think Armando was interested in how his loins ached when she entered or how her hips swayed ever so gently when she walked. He could describe her lips for hours before tiring but instead he simply stated she was a good candidate and left it at that.
The Dumbledore curse prevented him from dwelling on his daydreams and he had left to teach his class as soon as Armando dismissed him.
He might not be able to indulge in a relationship with Minerva but he could look from afar and appreciate.
Only one person dared to walk into his office unannounced and without knocking. Albus greeted Armando as soon as the door opened and offered him a seat.
He was sincerely sorry for Minerva’s misfortune and automatically offered his assistance without thought. He was unprepared for it to be accepted.
“I knew I could count on you Albus. I was just wondering who had a spare room and your name popped into my head.” He beamed at Albus and rose. “I thought since Aberforth decided to …er…do research he would no longer live with you?”
Albus nodded but his mind was racing. He couldn’t share his small flat with Minerva. Two months was a very long time and he hardly considered himself a contender for sainthood. The thought of her staying at the Leaky Cauldron, however, caused his stomach to flip.
Tom ran a clean establishment but several shady characters passed through at night and Minerva struck him as the type to work into the late hours of the night if necessary.
“I’ll send her over this evening, Albus.” Armando beamed at him again and left before Albus could object.
What was he going to do?
