Post by StormAngel on Jun 17, 2008 20:15:51 GMT -5
A/N: Yeah, I know it's mostly rubbish, but I just couldn't resist.
Minerva knew something was wrong when she saw that her husband of 50 years standing by the windows, something that looked suspiciously like a letter from the ministry clutched tightly in his right hand, and a flustered owl fluttering around the room.
She immediately got up from bed, smoothing her nightgown, moving to hug him from behind. No words were spoken in this exchange. This had always been the way with them, and was most probably something that was going to be the same forever.
"What does it say?" she asked quietly, after a moment of silence.
The only reaction she got was having the letter flung in her face, before he stormed out of the room. Puzzled, she picked up the letter, scanning through it quickly; trying to figure out what had put the normally cheerful Albus into such a mood.
As she read, a slow grin started spreading across her face, and soon, she was laughing softly, trying to stop herself, but failing to do so. Minerva could not believe that Albus had gotten so mad because of something so stupid.
Grinning, she made her way out of their rooms, not before taking a long relaxing bath and donning some new robes. She was going to try to cheer Albus up, no matter what happens.
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Albus was having a really bad day. It had started when that damn owl woke him out of a wonderful dream which involved him, his delectable wife, and a pair of skates. And to further aggravate the problem, he had just found out that he had run out of lemon drops.
Normally, he would not have been so irritated by that fact. But everything seemed to get worse from there. Owls flying in every minute or so, with various ministers asking for his help for seemingly simple matters. To add to that, he had a whole pile of reports that he had to send to the board of governors and Minerva wasn't there to help him.
Scowling, he made his way into his office, slamming the door for good measure, and earning him disapproving glares from the various headmasters. "What?" he growled, before stalking towards his desk and taking out a few pieces of parchment.
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Grinning, Minerva made her way to her husband's office, muttering the password and entering the office. She had a pouch full of various sweets that she knew he loved.
Making her way to him, she slipped her arms around his neck, hugging him from behind. Placing the sweets in front of him, she smiled victoriously when he turned to look at her.
"What?" she said innocently, smiling a little.
"Why did you do that for?" he said irritably. "I'm having a bad enough day already." He grumbled, scowling at her.
"Look into the bag," she said softly, before changing to her cat form and perching on his shoulder.
She smiled with satisfaction as his expression changed, leaping down to change back into her human form. Hugging him, she murmured, "You should have told me that they weren't going to manufacture any more lemon drops."
Minerva knew something was wrong when she saw that her husband of 50 years standing by the windows, something that looked suspiciously like a letter from the ministry clutched tightly in his right hand, and a flustered owl fluttering around the room.
She immediately got up from bed, smoothing her nightgown, moving to hug him from behind. No words were spoken in this exchange. This had always been the way with them, and was most probably something that was going to be the same forever.
"What does it say?" she asked quietly, after a moment of silence.
The only reaction she got was having the letter flung in her face, before he stormed out of the room. Puzzled, she picked up the letter, scanning through it quickly; trying to figure out what had put the normally cheerful Albus into such a mood.
As she read, a slow grin started spreading across her face, and soon, she was laughing softly, trying to stop herself, but failing to do so. Minerva could not believe that Albus had gotten so mad because of something so stupid.
Grinning, she made her way out of their rooms, not before taking a long relaxing bath and donning some new robes. She was going to try to cheer Albus up, no matter what happens.
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Albus was having a really bad day. It had started when that damn owl woke him out of a wonderful dream which involved him, his delectable wife, and a pair of skates. And to further aggravate the problem, he had just found out that he had run out of lemon drops.
Normally, he would not have been so irritated by that fact. But everything seemed to get worse from there. Owls flying in every minute or so, with various ministers asking for his help for seemingly simple matters. To add to that, he had a whole pile of reports that he had to send to the board of governors and Minerva wasn't there to help him.
Scowling, he made his way into his office, slamming the door for good measure, and earning him disapproving glares from the various headmasters. "What?" he growled, before stalking towards his desk and taking out a few pieces of parchment.
==``==``==``==``==``==``
Grinning, Minerva made her way to her husband's office, muttering the password and entering the office. She had a pouch full of various sweets that she knew he loved.
Making her way to him, she slipped her arms around his neck, hugging him from behind. Placing the sweets in front of him, she smiled victoriously when he turned to look at her.
"What?" she said innocently, smiling a little.
"Why did you do that for?" he said irritably. "I'm having a bad enough day already." He grumbled, scowling at her.
"Look into the bag," she said softly, before changing to her cat form and perching on his shoulder.
She smiled with satisfaction as his expression changed, leaping down to change back into her human form. Hugging him, she murmured, "You should have told me that they weren't going to manufacture any more lemon drops."
