Post by Desdemona on Jul 18, 2009 10:50:10 GMT -5
decided to do a Bonnie Tyler songfic
hope it turns out OK I haven't done ANY planning ;D
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To say the corridor was long that day was an understatement. It seemed to stretch out in front of Minerva like a huge coiling snake leading her further into doubt. She was going back to her quarters alone. Again.
Turn around, every now and the I get a little bit lonely and you're never coming round,
How many years had she wanted him, the one man she couldn't have. She had always desired him but now despair filled her every waking moment. She could never bring herself to tell him, afraid of what he might say. That he might say nothing.
Turn around, every now and the I get a little bit tired of listening to the sound of my tears,
"Minerva?"
Oh Christ, he had followed her, she should have known that something like this would've happened. He shouldn't catch her like this, she was too vulnerable, too insecure to deal with him right now. Oh yes Professor McGonagall was always the strong one, the strict, infallible, stern, loyal Deputy. Only a Deputy, and she supposed a friend.
Turn around, every now and the I get a little bit nervous that the best of all the years have gone by
Anyway what would be the point of telling him now. He would never feel the same. She was well into her 40's . It would be inappropriate. She pretended not to hear and started to walk, a slender hand held to her forehead.
Turn around, every now and then I get a little bit terrified and then I see the look in your eyes
"Min, what's wrong?"
Turnaround bright eyes
every now and then I fall apart.
She stopped abruptly, remembering all those dreams and waking up to no-one beside her but a cold pillow. It was nearing on physical pain.
"Nothing Albus" her voice quavered.
She didn't face him, the cold stone walls were stretching.
Turnaround bright eyes
every now and then I fall apart.
She could feel the tears coming but forced herself to choke them back. He speeded up.
Turnaround
every now and then I get a little bit restless
And I dream of something wild.
Then there was the pacing. Grooves worn beside her desk, his office, her classroom. Sometimes she would even transfigure and go and sleep at his place in the great hall. She was desparate.
Turnaround
every now and then I get a little bit helpless
And I'm lying like a child in your arms.
If only she could just embrace him even for a few seconds that might prove some relief. Her mind was clouded she longed for him so much.
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TBC (hopefully)
