Post by Silver Tabby Kitten on Dec 29, 2008 0:56:05 GMT -5
Greeting: Hello darlings, welcome any new reads on this site. ( I know I have said this before, but I would like to give a little bit more background to you about myself.) I am Minerva Aurora, (My last name I will keep private.) and that truly is my name. My mother loved the name and my middle name was my grandmother’s name. It is a tradition in my family that the eldest girl has the name Aurora as either the first of middle name. Aurora meaning “Goddess of Dawn” As you can tell, I am the eldest female in my immediate family’s generation. The name Minerva means “Goddess of Wisdom.” I certainly hope to live up to the name.
A/N: This shall be my first attempt at writing a story. Please bare with me, dears. I am not new at writing, for I have been writing before some of you young ones were born.
Summary: The idea for this story came to me as I was reading kissofdeath’s story Doesn’t She/He Know? I hope she does not mind that I am using this for a summary. “Doesn’t she know that when I look at the Mirror of Erised, I see her in my arms with a wedding ring on her finger and her stomach large with our child?/Doesn’t he know that when I look into the Mirror of Erised I see him with his arm around me with a golden band on his left hand and me with my stomach swollen with our child.” Doesn’t She/He Know? ~kissofdeath ;D
Chapter One:
The Heart Won’t Lie Nor Shall The Mirror
A lone figure strolls silently down the long winding corridors of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. The figure slowly turns the corner to come to a large wooden door. Under the person’s breath they whisper, “Aloha Mora!” The door quietly opens. Inside the person walk straight to a talk mirror. Its rims are golden, and it is full length. As the image in the mirror clears it shows Albus Dumbledore.
“If only.” Ablus stated as the image in the mirror changed to what he had always wanted the most. “Oh how I wish I could tell her my true feelings. She does not know how beautiful I think she is.”
The next night another lone figure strolls down the long dark winding corridors of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. They turn to the same wooden door as the last person. Then they whisper the same charm. The door quietly opens to show the golden mirror of the night before. As the mirror clears it shows the image on a beautiful raven black haired woman. Minerva McGonagall.
“Oh how I wish it could be. That we could be.” Minerva says as the image changes to her true wish. “He does not know. And sadly he can never know. He cannot know how much I love him. How much he means to me.”
I am really new to this, so you all must tell me how this is. Also, please be nice about it. If you do not like it, please be kind about it. Thank you.
~Minerva (STK)
P. S.
I also posted what this chapter would look like in my Scottish accent. Thank you, dear hearts for reading. Love and blessings.
~Minerva
Whit Ah see in th' mirror
greeting: awrite darlings, welcome onie new reids oan thes site. ( Ah ken Ah hae said thes afair, but Ah woods loch tae gie a wee bit mair backgroond tae ye abit myself.) Ah am minerva aurora, (my lest nam Ah will keep private.) an' 'at truly is mah nam. mah mammy loo'd th' nam an' mah middle nam was mah grandmother’s nam. it is a tradition in mah fowk 'at th' eldest lassie has th' nam aurora as either th' first ay middle nam. aurora meanin' “goddess ay dawn” as ye can teel, Ah am th' eldest female in mah immediate family’s generation. th' nam minerva means “goddess ay wisdom.” Ah certainly hiner tae bide up tae th' nam.
a/n: thes shaa be mah first attempt at writin' a story.
please baur wi' me, dears. Ah am nae new at writin', fur Ah hae bin writin' afair some ay ye yoong ones waur born.
summary: th' idea fur thes story cam tae me as Ah was readin' kissofdeath’s story doesn’t she/he ken? Ah hiner she disnae min' 'at Ah am usin' thes fur a summary. “doesn’t she ken 'at when Ah swatch at th' mirrur ay erised, Ah see 'er in mah arms wi' a weddin' rin' oan 'er finger an' 'er stomach large wi' uir bairn?/doesn’t he ken 'at when Ah swatch intae th' mirrur ay erised Ah see heem wi' his arm aroond me wi' a golden bain oan his left hain an' me wi' mah stomach swollen wi' uir bairn.” doesn’t she/he ken? ~kissofdeath
chapter one: the heart won’t lie nur shaa th' mirror
a lain figure strolls silently doon th' lang windin' corridors ay hogwarts skale ay witchcraft an' wizardry. th' figure slowly turns th' corner tae come tae a large wooden duir. under th' person’s breath they whisper, “aloha mora!” th' duir quietly opens. inside th' bodie donner straecht tae a gab mirrur. its rims ur golden, an' it is foo length. as th' image in th' mirrur clears it shows albus dumbledair. “if only.” ablus stated as th' image in th' mirrur changed tae whit he hud aye wanted th' most. “oh hoo Ah wish Ah coods teel 'er mah true feelings. she disnae ken hoo bonnie Ah hink she is.”
the next nicht anither lain figure strolls doon th' lang mirk windin' corridors ay hogwarts skale ay witchcraft an' wizardry. they turn tae th' sam wooden duir as th' lest bodie. 'en they whisper th' sam charm. th' duir quietly opens tae shaw th' golden mirrur ay th' nicht afair. as th' mirrur clears it shows th' image oan a bonnie raven black haired hen. minerva mcgonagaa. “oh hoo Ah wish it coods be. 'at we coods be.” minerva says as th' image changes tae 'er true wish. “he disnae ken. an' sadly he can ne'er ken. he cannae ken hoo much Ah loove heem. hoo much he means tae me.”
Ah am pure new tae thes, sae ye aw main teel me hoo thes is. also, please be braw abit it. if ye dinnae loch it, please be kin' abit it. thenk ye.
~stk
A/N: This shall be my first attempt at writing a story. Please bare with me, dears. I am not new at writing, for I have been writing before some of you young ones were born.
Summary: The idea for this story came to me as I was reading kissofdeath’s story Doesn’t She/He Know? I hope she does not mind that I am using this for a summary. “Doesn’t she know that when I look at the Mirror of Erised, I see her in my arms with a wedding ring on her finger and her stomach large with our child?/Doesn’t he know that when I look into the Mirror of Erised I see him with his arm around me with a golden band on his left hand and me with my stomach swollen with our child.” Doesn’t She/He Know? ~kissofdeath ;D
Chapter One:
The Heart Won’t Lie Nor Shall The Mirror
A lone figure strolls silently down the long winding corridors of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. The figure slowly turns the corner to come to a large wooden door. Under the person’s breath they whisper, “Aloha Mora!” The door quietly opens. Inside the person walk straight to a talk mirror. Its rims are golden, and it is full length. As the image in the mirror clears it shows Albus Dumbledore.
“If only.” Ablus stated as the image in the mirror changed to what he had always wanted the most. “Oh how I wish I could tell her my true feelings. She does not know how beautiful I think she is.”
The next night another lone figure strolls down the long dark winding corridors of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. They turn to the same wooden door as the last person. Then they whisper the same charm. The door quietly opens to show the golden mirror of the night before. As the mirror clears it shows the image on a beautiful raven black haired woman. Minerva McGonagall.
“Oh how I wish it could be. That we could be.” Minerva says as the image changes to her true wish. “He does not know. And sadly he can never know. He cannot know how much I love him. How much he means to me.”
I am really new to this, so you all must tell me how this is. Also, please be nice about it. If you do not like it, please be kind about it. Thank you.
~Minerva (STK)
P. S.
I also posted what this chapter would look like in my Scottish accent. Thank you, dear hearts for reading. Love and blessings.
~Minerva
Whit Ah see in th' mirror
greeting: awrite darlings, welcome onie new reids oan thes site. ( Ah ken Ah hae said thes afair, but Ah woods loch tae gie a wee bit mair backgroond tae ye abit myself.) Ah am minerva aurora, (my lest nam Ah will keep private.) an' 'at truly is mah nam. mah mammy loo'd th' nam an' mah middle nam was mah grandmother’s nam. it is a tradition in mah fowk 'at th' eldest lassie has th' nam aurora as either th' first ay middle nam. aurora meanin' “goddess ay dawn” as ye can teel, Ah am th' eldest female in mah immediate family’s generation. th' nam minerva means “goddess ay wisdom.” Ah certainly hiner tae bide up tae th' nam.
a/n: thes shaa be mah first attempt at writin' a story.
please baur wi' me, dears. Ah am nae new at writin', fur Ah hae bin writin' afair some ay ye yoong ones waur born.
summary: th' idea fur thes story cam tae me as Ah was readin' kissofdeath’s story doesn’t she/he ken? Ah hiner she disnae min' 'at Ah am usin' thes fur a summary. “doesn’t she ken 'at when Ah swatch at th' mirrur ay erised, Ah see 'er in mah arms wi' a weddin' rin' oan 'er finger an' 'er stomach large wi' uir bairn?/doesn’t he ken 'at when Ah swatch intae th' mirrur ay erised Ah see heem wi' his arm aroond me wi' a golden bain oan his left hain an' me wi' mah stomach swollen wi' uir bairn.” doesn’t she/he ken? ~kissofdeath
chapter one: the heart won’t lie nur shaa th' mirror
a lain figure strolls silently doon th' lang windin' corridors ay hogwarts skale ay witchcraft an' wizardry. th' figure slowly turns th' corner tae come tae a large wooden duir. under th' person’s breath they whisper, “aloha mora!” th' duir quietly opens. inside th' bodie donner straecht tae a gab mirrur. its rims ur golden, an' it is foo length. as th' image in th' mirrur clears it shows albus dumbledair. “if only.” ablus stated as th' image in th' mirrur changed tae whit he hud aye wanted th' most. “oh hoo Ah wish Ah coods teel 'er mah true feelings. she disnae ken hoo bonnie Ah hink she is.”
the next nicht anither lain figure strolls doon th' lang mirk windin' corridors ay hogwarts skale ay witchcraft an' wizardry. they turn tae th' sam wooden duir as th' lest bodie. 'en they whisper th' sam charm. th' duir quietly opens tae shaw th' golden mirrur ay th' nicht afair. as th' mirrur clears it shows th' image oan a bonnie raven black haired hen. minerva mcgonagaa. “oh hoo Ah wish it coods be. 'at we coods be.” minerva says as th' image changes tae 'er true wish. “he disnae ken. an' sadly he can ne'er ken. he cannae ken hoo much Ah loove heem. hoo much he means tae me.”
Ah am pure new tae thes, sae ye aw main teel me hoo thes is. also, please be braw abit it. if ye dinnae loch it, please be kin' abit it. thenk ye.
~stk