Post by mmadcrazyfan on Jun 16, 2008 14:42:18 GMT -5
AN: Well, I decided to take another go at the good, old challenge boards. I have decided to have Albus and Minerva in a close friendship, but have them flirt. I'm afraid that any romance in this fic may make it seem more OOC then it already does.
Pranking the Potions Master
"ALBUS!" Minerva screamed from the other side of my door. "ALBUS DUMBLEDORE, IF YOU CHANGE THE PASSWORD TO THIS OFFICE ONE MORE TIME TODAY, I SWEAR I WILL-"
Minerva's heated words were cut short by my opening the passage with a flick of my wand.
She stepped in, her face red, and her hair frizzing out of her bun. Altogether, the effect was rather amusing.
"I'm sorry, did you say something, my dear?" I asked her, trying my best to prevent the corners of my mouth from tipping up.
"You're hysterical, Albus, simply a genious at humor." she snapped. "And why do you feel the need to change your password every five minutes? I don't have the time to name every sweet known to man simply so I can get in to see you and I-"
"I apologize, Minerva." I said, trying to cut short her rant. My tremendous intuitive sense of the female creature informed me that she was getting a bit upset.
"I don't want your apology!" she screeched, her voice quite nearly cracking. "I want you to fire Severus Snape!"
"..why would I ever do anything like that, Minerva? He's a fine worker."
"HE'S A SLYTHERIN FAVORING BASTARD!" she screamed.
"Now, now, Minerva. Let us not use unkind words. We need to get our anger out another way-" I started, hoping that she would swallow my cadswallop so I could get back to sorting my lemon drops.
"AGH!" she screamed, stomping towards the door. I got up and was in front of her before she reached the handle.
"Get out of my way." Minerva hissed. I was dazed for a moment, her cheeks were the lovliest shade of pink, and her hair was falling in thick tresses out of her bun, and-
"Albus, if you don't move I am hexing you into next week."
"Ah, now." I said. "You know as well as I do that I would be able to deflect said jinx."
Minerva gave me her don't-backtalk-me-I'm-a-teacher look and snapped: "It's the thought that counts, though, isn't it Albus?"
She slammed my door without another word.
...someone hasn't had their morning coffee.
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Although I didn't approve of Minerva's behavior yesterday, I realized, while thinking of my own candy concotions, that I couldn't focuse until I knew she was satisfied.
I had realized my small "crush" on her during her second year of teaching, but I didn't realize it had gone this far until today. I don't know why, but I feel like I have to make her happy.
I obviously cannot fire Severus, for then where would he go? Nor could I bodily harm Severus, because I care for him too much.
I slouched into my room and slumped down onto the red and gold Gryfinndor blankets. And then it hit me.
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The next day at breakfast, Minerva sat down at breakfast without a word. She shoved the Daily Prophet at me after she read it, instead of her customary handing-off that was usually accompanied by a (hopefully) flirtatious smile.
I grinned to myself. I knew that all of this would be forgotten soon.
Severus finally walked into the Great Hall to a great roar of laughter from all of the house tables but his own. His hair was dyed Gryfinndor red and gold, and he had a large lion stamped onto the front of his robes.
He slid into the spot next to me, throwing Minerva flithy looks all the way.
Minerva was half-heartedly shushing down the Gryfinndor's, but I could see the hysterics building.
I stood up from the table, and as I swept by Severus, I whispered: "You can stop trying to kill Minerva with your glares, because it was I who did this to you."
Severus knew of the...higher level of friendship I desired with Minerva, he would understand.
...wouldn't he?
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The next day as I passed Severus in the hall, I complimented him on his newly normal hair. He said nothing, but held eye-contact with me the entire time. One would think he was using a non-verbal spell, but nothing happened.
When I walked into the faculty lounge to meet with my lovly Deputy Headmistress, she promptly dissolved into an uncharacteristic fit of laughter.
"What? What is it?" I asked, fearing for her sanity.
She pointed to the mirror, either unable or unwilling to gain control of her laughter.
I bite back a laugh as I looked in the mirror. I shoud really thank Severus. A Slytherin green beard is really more my style.
Pranking the Potions Master
"ALBUS!" Minerva screamed from the other side of my door. "ALBUS DUMBLEDORE, IF YOU CHANGE THE PASSWORD TO THIS OFFICE ONE MORE TIME TODAY, I SWEAR I WILL-"
Minerva's heated words were cut short by my opening the passage with a flick of my wand.
She stepped in, her face red, and her hair frizzing out of her bun. Altogether, the effect was rather amusing.
"I'm sorry, did you say something, my dear?" I asked her, trying my best to prevent the corners of my mouth from tipping up.
"You're hysterical, Albus, simply a genious at humor." she snapped. "And why do you feel the need to change your password every five minutes? I don't have the time to name every sweet known to man simply so I can get in to see you and I-"
"I apologize, Minerva." I said, trying to cut short her rant. My tremendous intuitive sense of the female creature informed me that she was getting a bit upset.
"I don't want your apology!" she screeched, her voice quite nearly cracking. "I want you to fire Severus Snape!"
"..why would I ever do anything like that, Minerva? He's a fine worker."
"HE'S A SLYTHERIN FAVORING BASTARD!" she screamed.
"Now, now, Minerva. Let us not use unkind words. We need to get our anger out another way-" I started, hoping that she would swallow my cadswallop so I could get back to sorting my lemon drops.
"AGH!" she screamed, stomping towards the door. I got up and was in front of her before she reached the handle.
"Get out of my way." Minerva hissed. I was dazed for a moment, her cheeks were the lovliest shade of pink, and her hair was falling in thick tresses out of her bun, and-
"Albus, if you don't move I am hexing you into next week."
"Ah, now." I said. "You know as well as I do that I would be able to deflect said jinx."
Minerva gave me her don't-backtalk-me-I'm-a-teacher look and snapped: "It's the thought that counts, though, isn't it Albus?"
She slammed my door without another word.
...someone hasn't had their morning coffee.
_____________________________________________
Although I didn't approve of Minerva's behavior yesterday, I realized, while thinking of my own candy concotions, that I couldn't focuse until I knew she was satisfied.
I had realized my small "crush" on her during her second year of teaching, but I didn't realize it had gone this far until today. I don't know why, but I feel like I have to make her happy.
I obviously cannot fire Severus, for then where would he go? Nor could I bodily harm Severus, because I care for him too much.
I slouched into my room and slumped down onto the red and gold Gryfinndor blankets. And then it hit me.
___________________________________________________
The next day at breakfast, Minerva sat down at breakfast without a word. She shoved the Daily Prophet at me after she read it, instead of her customary handing-off that was usually accompanied by a (hopefully) flirtatious smile.
I grinned to myself. I knew that all of this would be forgotten soon.
Severus finally walked into the Great Hall to a great roar of laughter from all of the house tables but his own. His hair was dyed Gryfinndor red and gold, and he had a large lion stamped onto the front of his robes.
He slid into the spot next to me, throwing Minerva flithy looks all the way.
Minerva was half-heartedly shushing down the Gryfinndor's, but I could see the hysterics building.
I stood up from the table, and as I swept by Severus, I whispered: "You can stop trying to kill Minerva with your glares, because it was I who did this to you."
Severus knew of the...higher level of friendship I desired with Minerva, he would understand.
...wouldn't he?
____________________________________________________
The next day as I passed Severus in the hall, I complimented him on his newly normal hair. He said nothing, but held eye-contact with me the entire time. One would think he was using a non-verbal spell, but nothing happened.
When I walked into the faculty lounge to meet with my lovly Deputy Headmistress, she promptly dissolved into an uncharacteristic fit of laughter.
"What? What is it?" I asked, fearing for her sanity.
She pointed to the mirror, either unable or unwilling to gain control of her laughter.
I bite back a laugh as I looked in the mirror. I shoud really thank Severus. A Slytherin green beard is really more my style.
