Post by The Anglophile on May 8, 2007 19:58:23 GMT -5
This one takes place directly after Lovers, which is still quite a while before Diamond. And...yeah. *nods convincingly*
Minerva chewed the end of her quill. She couldn't focus. She stared down the staff room table at Albus, wondering why she had decided to bring her work in here. It had been a terrible idea. She could only think of Snape's horrifically misguided assumption that she and Albus were "secret lovers." She snorted in disdain at the ridiculous phrase.
"Sorry, Minerva, did you say something?"
"What?" she jumped violently. "Oh -- no."
"Ah," Albus went back to his paperwork. Minerva tried to concentrate on grading essays, but she couldn't resist glancing back at Albus and considering--
"Minerva, you've been staring at me for nearly half an hour." Minerva's cheeks flushed lightly and she looked away. "I would like to know what you're thinking about."
"Nothing," she said hastily.
"I cannot believe that 'nothing' has captured your attention for so long," he replied cooly.
"Nothing of significance," she looked up at him. He stared calculatingly at her for a long moment.
"Fine," he said, getting up. "Don't tell me." He walked around the table and stood opposite her. "But I'm -- I'm going to make a club," he pointed a falsely sincere finger at her. "And you won't be allowed in it."
"What sort of club?" she asked as he headed for the door.
"Well, you would know if you were allowed in it," he told her. "But you're not," he added quickly. Minerva grinned as he disappeared around the corner.
There, fluffish. Are you happy? I feel like my insides are gnawing at themselves. >_<
Club
Minerva chewed the end of her quill. She couldn't focus. She stared down the staff room table at Albus, wondering why she had decided to bring her work in here. It had been a terrible idea. She could only think of Snape's horrifically misguided assumption that she and Albus were "secret lovers." She snorted in disdain at the ridiculous phrase.
"Sorry, Minerva, did you say something?"
"What?" she jumped violently. "Oh -- no."
"Ah," Albus went back to his paperwork. Minerva tried to concentrate on grading essays, but she couldn't resist glancing back at Albus and considering--
"Minerva, you've been staring at me for nearly half an hour." Minerva's cheeks flushed lightly and she looked away. "I would like to know what you're thinking about."
"Nothing," she said hastily.
"I cannot believe that 'nothing' has captured your attention for so long," he replied cooly.
"Nothing of significance," she looked up at him. He stared calculatingly at her for a long moment.
"Fine," he said, getting up. "Don't tell me." He walked around the table and stood opposite her. "But I'm -- I'm going to make a club," he pointed a falsely sincere finger at her. "And you won't be allowed in it."
"What sort of club?" she asked as he headed for the door.
"Well, you would know if you were allowed in it," he told her. "But you're not," he added quickly. Minerva grinned as he disappeared around the corner.
There, fluffish. Are you happy? I feel like my insides are gnawing at themselves. >_<
Honestly, it is.
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