Post by The Anglophile on May 12, 2007 21:38:41 GMT -5
Very short, very light, very simple, very angst-free. It's rather unlike me. I've been unwittingly converted.
Minerva walked briskly toward her classroom, her arms laden with books. The corridor was completely silent except for the sharp, quick clicks of her boots on the stone. She stopped abruptly and, without looking around, narrowed her eyes and asked, “Albus?”
“Damn!” he cried. She turned around and gave him a scornful look. “I can never sneak up on you.”
“It’s a gift.”
“It’s a sixth sense,” his eye twinkled merrily.
She smiled at him as they walked on, side by side.
“I’ll get you one day,” he said quietly.
“I rather doubt that.”
Sixth Sense
Minerva walked briskly toward her classroom, her arms laden with books. The corridor was completely silent except for the sharp, quick clicks of her boots on the stone. She stopped abruptly and, without looking around, narrowed her eyes and asked, “Albus?”
“Damn!” he cried. She turned around and gave him a scornful look. “I can never sneak up on you.”
“It’s a gift.”
“It’s a sixth sense,” his eye twinkled merrily.
She smiled at him as they walked on, side by side.
“I’ll get you one day,” he said quietly.
“I rather doubt that.”
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