Post by silvertabby on May 24, 2008 19:03:45 GMT -5
[Run Tomy run
Not any girl
'Albus! Come to your senses, dear!' barked Armando Dippet.
The man in front of him was much taller and a few years younger, but still he was not a young man. He might have been around 60...and the other man, the fat little wan seemed in his late seventies, so the word boy made no sense.
'Armando, you are wrong. I thought you trust me'
The older man sighed deeply.
'Well i do, you're my right hand, my trusted friend, you know that. But I have to tell you, not as your boss, but as your friend...you are going the wrong way with this. '
'Armando, please.'
'let me speak, my boy, you don't know what you're doing. And you really should know. So hear me albus: you haven't done anything wrong yet, but you are a step , only a step from it. Any mistake and...'
'I do not do any mistakes, Armando' said Dumbledore.
'I doubt that, but even if this was as you say, it remains for the girl...'
'Armando, are you over talking about her?'
The headmaster looked up at the younger man.
'Albus, albus, you are getting to close, too involved. I do not doubt her intellectual and magical abilities, not for a second but you need to remember, Albus: she is first of all a student.'
The brown eyes were fixing the watery blue ones.
Poor Albus. Poor, poor albus, Dippet thought. He didn't deserve this. He was a good boy...He was falling. It was HER that drove him mad, she dragged hi down. She was going to kill him eventually, she had made a criminal out of him, and she didn't even know...
In the younger man's mind a war was being fought, between what was proper and what was right.
In the end he only whispered to the headmaster
'Minerva is much, much more than a student, Armando' and than he closed the door behind him.
Armando watched him go and wanted to make him come back, but he knew he could n he was lost. Poor Albus. You don't deserve this.
Innocent little virgin
Minerva McGonagall was the best in transfiguration, there was no questioning that.
It was transfiguration, and her hand was up in the air.
The professor held his lessons talking to her, addressing her personally rather than the class.
'Yes, Miss McGonagall?' he would ask as always and she would answer, another bright answer. And he would smile for her and for her only, everybody knew that, or sometimes he would frown and they would engage in some endless passionate discussion, ad solve some problem...because...because...because they were the best. Because she was the cleverest person he ever got to speak, because he could teach her to understand...because he was such an amazing teacher.
'Minerva.' the boy was a sliverin, his robes were the last thing to show it.
'Tom?' she was a griffindor, but she turned to him.
'I've been looking for you, Minerva' the boy announced.
' Have you?'
She was not beautiful, at least in classic terms she was not. She was...like nothing else, and in lack of a better word people called it beauty.
'I have something i want to show you, minerva.'
'What is it tom?' she asked him.
'surprise’ he said with a grin and she followed him behind a green curtain. Where? She had no hint...
TBCWhat do you think?
Not any girl
'Albus! Come to your senses, dear!' barked Armando Dippet.
The man in front of him was much taller and a few years younger, but still he was not a young man. He might have been around 60...and the other man, the fat little wan seemed in his late seventies, so the word boy made no sense.
'Armando, you are wrong. I thought you trust me'
The older man sighed deeply.
'Well i do, you're my right hand, my trusted friend, you know that. But I have to tell you, not as your boss, but as your friend...you are going the wrong way with this. '
'Armando, please.'
'let me speak, my boy, you don't know what you're doing. And you really should know. So hear me albus: you haven't done anything wrong yet, but you are a step , only a step from it. Any mistake and...'
'I do not do any mistakes, Armando' said Dumbledore.
'I doubt that, but even if this was as you say, it remains for the girl...'
'Armando, are you over talking about her?'
The headmaster looked up at the younger man.
'Albus, albus, you are getting to close, too involved. I do not doubt her intellectual and magical abilities, not for a second but you need to remember, Albus: she is first of all a student.'
The brown eyes were fixing the watery blue ones.
Poor Albus. Poor, poor albus, Dippet thought. He didn't deserve this. He was a good boy...He was falling. It was HER that drove him mad, she dragged hi down. She was going to kill him eventually, she had made a criminal out of him, and she didn't even know...
In the younger man's mind a war was being fought, between what was proper and what was right.
In the end he only whispered to the headmaster
'Minerva is much, much more than a student, Armando' and than he closed the door behind him.
Armando watched him go and wanted to make him come back, but he knew he could n he was lost. Poor Albus. You don't deserve this.
Innocent little virgin
Minerva McGonagall was the best in transfiguration, there was no questioning that.
It was transfiguration, and her hand was up in the air.
The professor held his lessons talking to her, addressing her personally rather than the class.
'Yes, Miss McGonagall?' he would ask as always and she would answer, another bright answer. And he would smile for her and for her only, everybody knew that, or sometimes he would frown and they would engage in some endless passionate discussion, ad solve some problem...because...because...because they were the best. Because she was the cleverest person he ever got to speak, because he could teach her to understand...because he was such an amazing teacher.
'Minerva.' the boy was a sliverin, his robes were the last thing to show it.
'Tom?' she was a griffindor, but she turned to him.
'I've been looking for you, Minerva' the boy announced.
' Have you?'
She was not beautiful, at least in classic terms she was not. She was...like nothing else, and in lack of a better word people called it beauty.
'I have something i want to show you, minerva.'
'What is it tom?' she asked him.
'surprise’ he said with a grin and she followed him behind a green curtain. Where? She had no hint...
TBCWhat do you think?
