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Post by dianahawthorne on Dec 12, 2008 23:04:53 GMT -5
Please post links to your gifts here. If you have a small graphic or are giving the fic to your recipient for their own use, you may post those here.
Be sure to PM your recipient with the gift first, so that they can view it before everyone else does.
Gifts must be posted Dec 30th, but you may begin posting them as soon as you finish. Remember...no discussion! Someone may create a discussion thread for the gifts if they like, but this thread is for drop off only!
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Post by dianahawthorne on Dec 14, 2008 15:52:00 GMT -5
Merry Christmas, KristaMarie!!! I hope that you like your present!  Life and Love: A Young Cassidy Fanfic Nora Creena decides to marry Johnny Cassidy and they travel to America. www.fanfiction.net/s/4716303/1/ |
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Post by Drake on Dec 14, 2008 16:04:39 GMT -5
This one's for dianahawthorne! Merry Christmas!
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Veneficus Bestia
“You know, Professor,” she muses as the breeze coming off the lake casts her hair into her face, “I think this may be the happiest I’ve been in a long time.”
Basking in the warm sunlight of a summer afternoon, they nestle in the grass that grows by the lake. Her hair fans out behind her like a great, dark sea, and the crown of his head does not quite touch her temple.
“Oh, really? And why is that, would you say?”
She chews on her lower lips thoughtfully, circling the question over and over again in her mind. “Oh, I don’t know. School. It’s my natural environment, sometimes I think. Learning things is... I don’t know, you know me. Also, becoming an Animagus. It’s something I’ve always wanted, you know, ever since I was a little girl.”
“Well it certainly is a very high honor.”
“Hmm,” she drones, a long, even tone. At seventeen, she is already more reflective than many of her professors, though her thoughts have a tendency to get away from her, falling apart in her hands like wet paper.
The breeze picks up again, flowers rustling all about them. She has thrown her limbs pell-mell all about her, her white hand resting in her long black hair, her fingertips moving slowly across the hilt of her wand. Her stockings fall haphazardly below her knees.
She is young, impossibly so, Albus thinks, his arms clenched staunchly at his sides. No one was ever really seventeen. He cannot imagine it.
“That isn’t the half of it, though,” she continues, her voice picking up and carrying on the gentle wind. “I mean, it’s more than that, it’s this… I don’t know, this introspective thing. It’s almost like outrospection, even. It’s as though, your true nature, manifesting itself through the form of a, of a rabbit or a goat or a bird or what else, and then you can sort of… I don’t know, view your life through the lens that provides. The knowledge that you are, fundamentally, a great playful Labrador. Or whatever.”
Her shirt rustling faintly, she squirms about in her nest of bent grass.
She laughs self-deprecatingly. “I’m so inarticulate, I apologize.”
He waves her concerns away with a motion of his hand.
“You are young, and as is the way of all great thinkers in their youths, there are more thoughts in your head than you can possibly know hoe to express.”
She blushes at the compliment and smiles softly.
“It will come to you in time,” he concludes. The follies of youth do not –cannot-- remain all throughout one’s life.
“Well,” she remarks contritely, “I certainly hope so.”
The wind picks up, throwing the grass wildly about, the field a gold-bright ocean, dancing in a storm. The sound is deafening. Minerva closes her eyes to listen.
When it subsides, she laughs a little bit, small bits of grass flying from his lips, tickling her nose. “Actually, I always rather wondered why you never trained to become an Animagus yourself,” she comments, somewhat disapprovingly, turning on her side to study his face. “You’re so learned and thoughtful, after all. Haven’t you ever wanted to know who you really truly are, you know, at your base level?”
Albus closes his eyes and smiles, if he has smiled at all since the summer of 1899. He pushes his hand through his auburn hair, which glistens like fire in the summer sunlight.
“No,” he replies distantly, “I cannot say that I have.”
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Post by kissofdeath on Dec 14, 2008 18:48:19 GMT -5
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Post by StormAngel on Dec 15, 2008 9:17:25 GMT -5
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Post by mmadcrazyfan on Dec 15, 2008 20:11:15 GMT -5
 MERRRRY CHRISTMAS PIER! |
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Post by mmadforever on Dec 21, 2008 16:21:02 GMT -5
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Post by tabbyminerva on Dec 25, 2008 11:16:46 GMT -5
Merry Christmas to greyeyedgirl!
Minerva McGonagall, Deputy Headmistress, was sitting in the Great Hall for the Christmas feast. The Great Hall was decorated beautifully. Minerva sighed and looked at the empty chair beside her.
'This is the first Christmas Albus and I would've celebrated together as husband and wife,' she thought to herself and sighed again sadly.
"Min," her friend, Rolanda Hooch, said softly. "Stop thinking about it. You're making yourself depressed. Just enjoy the holiday."
"For once you're right," Minerva agreed and went on with talking to Rolanda about how Gryffindor beat Slytherin in the last Qudditch match.
Later, when the students had gone to bed, Minerva found herself thinking about her husband again. Rolanda sighed and out her arm around her friend.
"Min, don't worry about him. Albus would want you to have fun."
"I know, but why did Fudge send him to fight now? It's the holidays for Merlin's sake."
"I'll bet Albus misses you just as much as you miss him." she tried to comfort a very distressed Minerva. "Now don't think about him anymore, and go to sleep."
Minerva nodded, realizing how tired she really was. She gave the password and walked up the stairs into the bedroom she and Albus shared. She changed into her nightgown and went to get into bed to at least attempt to sleep when she heard a tapping sound at her window. She walked over and opened it up and a beautiful phoenix flew in to transform into the love of her life, Albus Dumbledore. Minerva ran to her husband and he wrapped her in his arms and kissed her softly.
"Happy Christmas, my love." he smiled down at her. "I talked Fudge into letting me home for Christmas. I missed you terribly."
"Oh, Albus, I'm just so happy you're here tonight." She looked up, tears of joy shining in her emerald eyes.
He kissed her again and pulled out a box. She opened it up and gasped. Inside was a gorgeous gold necklace. At the end, there was a heart with a diamond in the center and engraved on the heart were the words "I love you." Albs spun her around and placed the necklace carefully around her neck. Minerva turned back around into his arms and put her hand on the heart.
"Oh Albs, I love you so much."
"I love you too, my sweet," he replied softly, and walked her to the bed.
They laid down together and Minerva snuggled up in the warmth and comfort of her love's embrace. She sighed contentedly and quickly fell asleep. Albs kissed her on the head and said quietly, "Merry Christmas, my sweet Minerva," and drifted off to sleep.
The End...
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Post by Katheryn Mae on Dec 25, 2008 17:58:51 GMT -5
Here's my gift for mmadforever! Merry Christmas and Happy New Year.  |
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Post by greyeyedgirl on Dec 27, 2008 0:05:35 GMT -5
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Post by McGonagallsGirl on Dec 30, 2008 2:48:01 GMT -5
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Post by PiER on Dec 30, 2008 13:01:19 GMT -5
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