Post by Hogwarts Duo on Oct 18, 2005 10:03:46 GMT -5
Disclaimer: You know the drill…
Summary: A first date…wonderful or horrible? It’s all in the point of view.
Rating: It’s safe for everybody.
The Glass Is Half…..
Ah, journal, why is fate so cruel as to give me a chance with the woman I have loved for years, only to have the entire world conspire to keep us apart? I ask only because tonight was supposed to be special, wonderful, romantic, everything a woman dreams of in a first date. Instead, through a series of little events, everything went wrong and I dare say that Minerva will not be so willing to go out with me again. This was my one chance to begin courting her properly and I fear I have ruined any chances I may have had at winning her heart. If tonight was any indication of how smoothly our romance might go, I know she will think twice about letting me get closer to her.
It all started when I showed up at her door this evening, right on time. I had been nervous all day long but tried not to let it show. I chose conservative robes, so as not to embarrass her with my outer appearance. She loves to tease me about my outlandish robes but I know a part of her was worried about what I might wear tonight. My pale blue robes were an excellent choice and enhanced my eyes and the silvery white of my hair. In retrospect, that may have been the only thing I did right tonight.
When I arrived at her chamber door, I know I was beaming with happiness. I had stopped by the greenhouse earlier to pick some flowers for my darling Minerva. I’ve always been partial to stargazer lilies for their exotic look and unique aroma so they were my obvious first choice. Professor Sprout had grown a lovely selection of them this year and I did not think she would miss a few cuttings. The bouquet I had gathered looked fit for a goddess, my goddess, and I could not have been more pleased to offer them to her as a token of my love.
Minerva opened the door looking radiant! Her long hair was flowing freely down her back, taking away years from her facial features. She looked positively beautiful in her robes of deepest red, no doubt a tribute to her mighty Gryffindors. After catching my breath, I offered her the flowers along with a small peck on the cheek. It didn’t take long, though, for things to begin to go wrong. All of a sudden, Minerva started to sneeze and itch. Seems my darling goddess is allergic to lilies…of all varieties…but especially the stargazer ones. So, after much apologizing on my part and a quick vanishing spell on the flowers, we stopped by the infirmary on our way to dinner to get a potion to cure her reaction.
After assuring me that she was perfectly fine and looking forward to the rest of our evening, I tried to relax. Though, I must admit to being more nervous than before after my rocky start to the date. I had spoken often to Minerva of my favorite restaurant in all the world and it was with deepest pleasure that I booked reservations for tonight. The quaint establishment catered to the romantic couples and as such, created the perfect atmosphere for our date. I wanted to wine and dine Minerva as I have no other woman in my long life and this was the perfect place to start.
Soon after our arrival, we were given menus and I promptly made subtle suggestions for the main course. How was I to know that the renowned cook had taken this particular week off for holiday and had left his novice apprentice in complete charge of the kitchen? Had I been aware of this small fact, I would have suggested another restaurant, or even prepared the meal myself. After all, I am sure I could have done a much better job than even this chef, and I am by no means that gifted in the kitchen. To make a long matter short, our meals left a lot to be desired. The food, while edible, lacked the appeal that first drew me to this establishment and had served as the basis for bringing Minerva here on our first date. It was almost as if the food had been conjured from thin air for that is how much flavor it had to my palate. But even after that, Minerva was still smiling sweetly at me, which gave me hope that all was not lost.
I had planned to take Minerva dancing after our romantic meal because I know how much she loves to dance. It’s rare that she gets the opportunity to show her skills on the dance floor. At school she is so reserved and does not let her more playful side show in front of her students. There was a small club in London, which came highly recommended by several of my friends so without any hesitation I invited Minerva to accompany me. Oh journal, I wish you could have seen her face light up as I suggested we go dancing. It was as if Christmas had come early this year. I fell in love with her all over again as she threw her arms around me and hugged me tightly.
With renewed confidence in my wooing abilities, I whisked her away to the address given to me. Unfortunately, Tom had inadvertently given me the wrong address and we ended up in an unsavory section of town. But, because I knew London so well, we were back on the right track in no time at all.
The dance club was a sight to behold. It catered to the older generation and yet held the zest of the younger set, creating the perfect blend for entertainment. After a round of drinks, Minerva pulled me to the dance floor for the first of many fast dances. Merlin, she was light on her feet and had such grace and skill! I, however, was not gifted with the rhythm and movements to keep up with such a talented dancer. I muddled through the first dance and then another, each time she was not spared my two left feet. And, when a handsome man, much younger than myself, asked to cut in, I was in no position to refuse. I made my way back to our table and watched as Minerva was twirled and dipped, all the while laughing heartily and having the time of her life.
Upon her arrival back at our table, I thought things would begin to go my way again. I had ordered her a delicious drink, for which she was grateful, and then the strains of a slow tune began to play. I asked politely if I could have this dance and her eyes flickered with excitement as she accepted my extended hand.
Holding her in my arms was the most perfect feeling in the world. My arms wound around her tiny waist, pressing her close to me and when she rested her head on my shoulder I thought I couldn’t get any happier. Her hair smelled of lavender and I found myself lost in the warmth of her slender frame pressed against mine. We moved gracefully around the room, so much so that others around us had stopped to watch us dancing. Had either of us had our eyes opened, we would have noticed this immediately but that was not the case. It wasn’t until the loud clapping of hands drew us from our own little world that we realized we had become the center of attention, something Minerva dislikes.
The remainder of our time at the dance club did not go as smoothly as that one dance. Once the crowd learned who the adorable older couple was on the dance floor, we were bombarded with friends, former students and overly curious people, all vying for our attentions. My hopes of dancing with Minerva until we both were exhausted were soon dashed as one by one the handsome males begged for a dance. But I will say this…she saved the last dance of the evening for me and it was wonderful. I knew we were being watched so we were both more cautious than before, but having her in my arms was a feeling beyond words.
The late night stroll among the stars didn’t go as planned either. I know by now you are surprised to hear that. It would seem that even the heavens did not spare us a romantic moment alone. Just as we neared Hogsmeade and started towards Hogwarts, the heavens opened up and we were drenched from head to toe with a summer rain shower. I must admit that Minerva looked wonderful. Her loose hair fell in ringlets around her face and her robes clung to every curve of her womanly figure, causing my body to react with passion. But there was little time for that since the rains were growing heavier by the minute. So, we apparated to the gates of Hogwarts and then ran all the way to the castle entrance.
Once safely inside, my mind drew a blank as to what to say or do next. All I could think of was what a mess I had made of the entire evening. Nothing seemed to go right for me and without much fanfare on my part, I escorted Minerva back to her rooms and bid her goodnight. I thanked her for her time, apologized for the haphazard evening, then placed a lingering kiss to the back of her hand before taking my leave. I heard the soft click of her door shutting before letting my shoulders slump entirely in defeat.
Journal, I fear I have ruined my one opportunity to show Minerva what she means to me. I can only hope I have not also ruined our wonderful friendship in the process. For now, though, I think I need to take a stroll around the grounds. The grass may be wet but what does it matter? The rain has stopped, except in my heart, and I need to find some glimmer of hope that all is not entirely lost.
Summary: A first date…wonderful or horrible? It’s all in the point of view.
Rating: It’s safe for everybody.
The Glass Is Half…..
Ah, journal, why is fate so cruel as to give me a chance with the woman I have loved for years, only to have the entire world conspire to keep us apart? I ask only because tonight was supposed to be special, wonderful, romantic, everything a woman dreams of in a first date. Instead, through a series of little events, everything went wrong and I dare say that Minerva will not be so willing to go out with me again. This was my one chance to begin courting her properly and I fear I have ruined any chances I may have had at winning her heart. If tonight was any indication of how smoothly our romance might go, I know she will think twice about letting me get closer to her.
It all started when I showed up at her door this evening, right on time. I had been nervous all day long but tried not to let it show. I chose conservative robes, so as not to embarrass her with my outer appearance. She loves to tease me about my outlandish robes but I know a part of her was worried about what I might wear tonight. My pale blue robes were an excellent choice and enhanced my eyes and the silvery white of my hair. In retrospect, that may have been the only thing I did right tonight.
When I arrived at her chamber door, I know I was beaming with happiness. I had stopped by the greenhouse earlier to pick some flowers for my darling Minerva. I’ve always been partial to stargazer lilies for their exotic look and unique aroma so they were my obvious first choice. Professor Sprout had grown a lovely selection of them this year and I did not think she would miss a few cuttings. The bouquet I had gathered looked fit for a goddess, my goddess, and I could not have been more pleased to offer them to her as a token of my love.
Minerva opened the door looking radiant! Her long hair was flowing freely down her back, taking away years from her facial features. She looked positively beautiful in her robes of deepest red, no doubt a tribute to her mighty Gryffindors. After catching my breath, I offered her the flowers along with a small peck on the cheek. It didn’t take long, though, for things to begin to go wrong. All of a sudden, Minerva started to sneeze and itch. Seems my darling goddess is allergic to lilies…of all varieties…but especially the stargazer ones. So, after much apologizing on my part and a quick vanishing spell on the flowers, we stopped by the infirmary on our way to dinner to get a potion to cure her reaction.
After assuring me that she was perfectly fine and looking forward to the rest of our evening, I tried to relax. Though, I must admit to being more nervous than before after my rocky start to the date. I had spoken often to Minerva of my favorite restaurant in all the world and it was with deepest pleasure that I booked reservations for tonight. The quaint establishment catered to the romantic couples and as such, created the perfect atmosphere for our date. I wanted to wine and dine Minerva as I have no other woman in my long life and this was the perfect place to start.
Soon after our arrival, we were given menus and I promptly made subtle suggestions for the main course. How was I to know that the renowned cook had taken this particular week off for holiday and had left his novice apprentice in complete charge of the kitchen? Had I been aware of this small fact, I would have suggested another restaurant, or even prepared the meal myself. After all, I am sure I could have done a much better job than even this chef, and I am by no means that gifted in the kitchen. To make a long matter short, our meals left a lot to be desired. The food, while edible, lacked the appeal that first drew me to this establishment and had served as the basis for bringing Minerva here on our first date. It was almost as if the food had been conjured from thin air for that is how much flavor it had to my palate. But even after that, Minerva was still smiling sweetly at me, which gave me hope that all was not lost.
I had planned to take Minerva dancing after our romantic meal because I know how much she loves to dance. It’s rare that she gets the opportunity to show her skills on the dance floor. At school she is so reserved and does not let her more playful side show in front of her students. There was a small club in London, which came highly recommended by several of my friends so without any hesitation I invited Minerva to accompany me. Oh journal, I wish you could have seen her face light up as I suggested we go dancing. It was as if Christmas had come early this year. I fell in love with her all over again as she threw her arms around me and hugged me tightly.
With renewed confidence in my wooing abilities, I whisked her away to the address given to me. Unfortunately, Tom had inadvertently given me the wrong address and we ended up in an unsavory section of town. But, because I knew London so well, we were back on the right track in no time at all.
The dance club was a sight to behold. It catered to the older generation and yet held the zest of the younger set, creating the perfect blend for entertainment. After a round of drinks, Minerva pulled me to the dance floor for the first of many fast dances. Merlin, she was light on her feet and had such grace and skill! I, however, was not gifted with the rhythm and movements to keep up with such a talented dancer. I muddled through the first dance and then another, each time she was not spared my two left feet. And, when a handsome man, much younger than myself, asked to cut in, I was in no position to refuse. I made my way back to our table and watched as Minerva was twirled and dipped, all the while laughing heartily and having the time of her life.
Upon her arrival back at our table, I thought things would begin to go my way again. I had ordered her a delicious drink, for which she was grateful, and then the strains of a slow tune began to play. I asked politely if I could have this dance and her eyes flickered with excitement as she accepted my extended hand.
Holding her in my arms was the most perfect feeling in the world. My arms wound around her tiny waist, pressing her close to me and when she rested her head on my shoulder I thought I couldn’t get any happier. Her hair smelled of lavender and I found myself lost in the warmth of her slender frame pressed against mine. We moved gracefully around the room, so much so that others around us had stopped to watch us dancing. Had either of us had our eyes opened, we would have noticed this immediately but that was not the case. It wasn’t until the loud clapping of hands drew us from our own little world that we realized we had become the center of attention, something Minerva dislikes.
The remainder of our time at the dance club did not go as smoothly as that one dance. Once the crowd learned who the adorable older couple was on the dance floor, we were bombarded with friends, former students and overly curious people, all vying for our attentions. My hopes of dancing with Minerva until we both were exhausted were soon dashed as one by one the handsome males begged for a dance. But I will say this…she saved the last dance of the evening for me and it was wonderful. I knew we were being watched so we were both more cautious than before, but having her in my arms was a feeling beyond words.
The late night stroll among the stars didn’t go as planned either. I know by now you are surprised to hear that. It would seem that even the heavens did not spare us a romantic moment alone. Just as we neared Hogsmeade and started towards Hogwarts, the heavens opened up and we were drenched from head to toe with a summer rain shower. I must admit that Minerva looked wonderful. Her loose hair fell in ringlets around her face and her robes clung to every curve of her womanly figure, causing my body to react with passion. But there was little time for that since the rains were growing heavier by the minute. So, we apparated to the gates of Hogwarts and then ran all the way to the castle entrance.
Once safely inside, my mind drew a blank as to what to say or do next. All I could think of was what a mess I had made of the entire evening. Nothing seemed to go right for me and without much fanfare on my part, I escorted Minerva back to her rooms and bid her goodnight. I thanked her for her time, apologized for the haphazard evening, then placed a lingering kiss to the back of her hand before taking my leave. I heard the soft click of her door shutting before letting my shoulders slump entirely in defeat.
Journal, I fear I have ruined my one opportunity to show Minerva what she means to me. I can only hope I have not also ruined our wonderful friendship in the process. For now, though, I think I need to take a stroll around the grounds. The grass may be wet but what does it matter? The rain has stopped, except in my heart, and I need to find some glimmer of hope that all is not entirely lost.
I'm so glad that all the little things going wrong didn't bother Minerva and that she was able to tell Albus that right away. The flirting in the end was just too cute.
