Post by Aeronnen on Jan 30, 2007 4:51:12 GMT -5
I've never posted here before, so here goes! And thanks to OSUSprinks who told me how to post them! Thanks Laura!
Letitia is said Let-iss-ee-uh, and Letys is her nickname and pronounced like lettuce. It's Victorian name, I thought it was appropriate, lol. I also think that the name might change, I hate the title, but I'm a little pressed for time.
Enjoy!
Summary: Albus is about to marry the most perfect woman in the world. Letitia Gordon is everything he could dream for. Meanwhile, Minerva Mcgonagall keeps the school running as she does paperwork and punishes miscreants. Letitia and Albus will be married on January the First and Minerva hopes that once they are married that school will return to normal. But will Albus tie the knot?
Rating: K+. It's quite mild.
Prologue.
The Way of Things.
The auburn haired man finished the little note with the satisfied flourish of one glad to have finished an odious but necessary job, and whistled for his tiny scops owl to come for the letter.
“There you go, Jitter. You can go out of the west window.” The little owl looked at him reproachfully, first at the stormy weather, then back at the man's face, leaning in to his long crooked nose. “It's not far, just to the village. You know where that is. No excuses.”
The owl stuck its little beak in the air and ignored Albus, though he shivered and hopped, living up to is name. “Stand still, Jitter. Just go to Mr. Rosmerta, then come straight back. Then Letys will give you your treat.” The owl looked marginally more cheerful, and suffered himself to be led over the west-facing wall.
“Be safe,” he told the hopping bird, who hooted in reply, then took off into the storm.
Albus watched him go with amusement. Jitter had no sense of direction, and so made a nearly useless post-bird, but he was very cute, and Letys would not let him give the fluffy thing to his brother Aberforth.
Albus smiled as he thought of Letys, short for Letitia who was currently washing in his bathroom. They were to be married in a couple of months, January the 1st and he couldn't think of anyone he would rather spend the rest of his life with. Of course, that was what all fools in love said.
But Letys was funny, clever, sweet, very feminine and stunningly beautiful. Her golden-yellow hair cascaded over her face in corkscrew curls, her lovely dark blue eyes peering out from behind angled brows, and her luscious mouth was adorable.
Albus believed that he had fallen in love with her moment he had saw her, haggling laughingly with Tom the barman of the Leaky Cauldron. She shone in the sun, hair glinting, her laugh frequenting wherever she went. She seemed to go in for the old saying, ''laugh and the whole world laughs with you; frown and you frown alone.'' Albus loved her dearly.
He sat down at his desk, unsticking one sherbet lemon from the other, peacefully meditating on the wonder of the muggle society, until a peremptory knock sounded at the door and it opened before he could permit entrance.
“Hello Albus. Sorry to bother you, but the ministry needs your signature and stamp on these forms.” Minerva said loudly, as if to brook no argument. “And they need to be in by tomorrow.”
Albus sighed, yet smiled at the young woman. Here was another amazing female, but not the same as Letys, of course.
Minerva had started as Transfiguration teacher when he became headmaster. She would have become his Deputy Head as well, but the Board of Governors thought she was too young (and pretty, though they did not say it) to be working so closely with a seventy year old or so man.
Because Minerva was pretty. She had clear grey eyes that could pour fire, breath sorrow, drip honey and make even the bravest student, and grown men on occasion, cower. She had black hair down to her waist, which was poker straight and thick, yet in the sunlight it glinted red and gold. Very unusual combinations, but Minerva had told him that her mother had had red hair, her father black, and that her hair was a mixture of them both.
“May what Gods there are rest their souls,” she had added on that day. They both been killed rather nastily in Grindelwalds reign, and Minerva did not follow very clearly any God. Albus thought that she liked to refer back to the Gods her family had worshipped in ancient days, the records of which were buried in the old grounds Mcgonagall Manor, hidden from the avenging Ministry of years passed.
“Yes Minerva? Which forms?” he asked, returning to the present.
She sighed and slapped them down on the table. “The ones validating the security of the Astronomy tower. Why they have suddenly took it into their head that is dangerous after it has stood there for hundreds, thousands of years even, and not a single death, I do not know,” her Scottish brogue got louder as she vented her feeling on the Ministry. “Fools.”
Albus hid a smile and reached for the top form. “You've filled them in,” he said, raising an eyebrow. “Aren't I supposed to do this?”
“I did them, to save you time. I used a charm to disguise my handwriting,” she said. “They are such fools. Dark wizards could be filtering their paperwork and they wouldn't know.”
“I agree, my dear. Thank-you for your consideration. It must have taken you some time to do them.” He looked at her. She waved her hand negligently.
“I am sure you can repay me with something,” she smiled. “Like the new book on the Theory of Transfiguration.”
He opened his mouth to answer but she cut him off. “I didn't mean it, Albus. Honestly! I just like to tease you.”
“Hmph. What do you think of it? I read an article about it last week, and the Animagi part seems a little weak.” Albus enjoyed discussing Transfiguration with Minerva, she always had fresh ideas and witty things to say about them that often had him crying with mirth.
She snorted as she bustled round the office, gathering together papers and documents to be filed or completed. Albus watched her fondly. She was so efficient and helpful! Many a time he had been wading in paperwork, only to be rescued by the fearfully practical and efficient mind of the young witch.
“If he'd ever actually learned to be an animagus it would a lot more impressive,” she continued. “When he has spent weeks with a tail and one paw on the left hand, then he will be able to write a proper article on it.”
Albus chortled, appreciating her dry wit, and threw the form back onto it's pile. “I will bear that in mind when I get round to reading it.”
She nodded. “Right. You'd better get to work on the forms, then. See you tomorrow. Oh!” Minerva was looking at the woman standing in the door of the study. Albus looked over too.
“Letys! Are you done?” he asked affectionately. She was very beautiful. Her hair was already beginning to curl back into its corkscrews and her cheeks were flushed with the water.
“I am, Alby,” she cooed. “Hello Minerva.”
“Hi Letitia.” Minerva switched her powerful gaze onto the blonde woman before snapping back to Albus. “Albus, those forms have to be filled in and sent off by this evening. The ministry will not wait any longer.” Minerva left, balancing her pile of paper documents on her hip again.
As the door closed on her thin form, Letitia turned to Albus. “Alby, why do you let her bother you so? You are the Headmaster, after all.”
“I know, Letys, but she is only helping with the running of the school,” reading her expression correctly, he continued quickly. “I have no improper intentions towards her at all.”
Letitia blinked at him, then yawned and placed herself on his lap. She buried her head in his shoulder and said quietly to him, “I know, darling. I never doubted you for a minute.”
He smiled into her fragrant hair and she nuzzled his neck. Albus dropped a kiss on her head and she looked back up to him to kiss him fiercely. Albus returned it just as forcefully and they became oblivious to the world.
--
Minerva Mcgonagall dropped the bundle of papers on her desk and made for the door back into the corridors. She would do them tomorrow, they weren't urgent.
She crept silently though the corridors, quiet as her animagus form. She was slightly worried about her finances. Minerva didn't have much money. Mcgonagall Manor had gone to her stately sister Athena, leaving Minerva with her small flat in London and small vault set aside for her by her parents for their strange daughter, as they had thought of her.
When she had started at Hogwarts she had become not so dependant on money. The food and board was included in the job and she was paid for her services. People always thought she had huge amounts of money, good clothes, pureblood lineage and a loving family.
In fact, she had none of those, but Minerva didn't need money to be happy. Athena didn't care for her and so what if her beloved grandmother had been a muggle? And as for clothes, what were they but rags made to increase a person's vanity and self-confidence?
They were Minerva's views on her life and she was perfectly happy as she was.True, she wasn't yet allowed to be Albus' Deputy but but she was Head of Gryffindor House and that was good enough for her.
She was Deputy Headmistress in all but name anyway. Albus relied on her heavily and she enjoyed working with him except...now that he was engaged, he was neglecting the school a tiny bit. Forms would only be sent of because Minerva did them and had him sign them and at other times he would forget staff meetings and so on. The other Professors didn't mind. They said it was good that poor old Albus had finally found himself a suitable match. But they weren't the ones taking on the extra paperwork or dealing with impatient officials.
Minerva was young, efficient, clever and practical, yet the way she had to work so fast and to such high standards was tiring. If only they would get the wedding over and done with! Then perhaps Hogwarts would return to it's proper ways, with the Headmaster dealing with all the things Minerva was doing at the current moment.
Letitia was pretty. The kind of pretty that the world appreciated as pretty. Blonde and giggly and 'cute'. Witch Weekly was very taken with Dumbledore's new bride-to-be and she was printed in every edition. Smiling, pouting, posing and giggling with Albus.
Albus...
It seemed to downgrade him in a way. To be caught with her for the wizarding nation's smutty magazine. She winced when Letitia called him Alby and when hoards of people asked for his autograph and pictures of the dashing couple.
Minerva was not jealous of Letitia. The woman was twenty years older than her and far prettier, as Minerva knew. Minerva had no romantic prospects and did not plan on having any; if she was to die an old maid, then so be it. Nothing could persuade her to turn into a giggling, simpering oggling crowd like so many other witches.
Minerva washed her face in the warm water then let it drain out of the basin as she dried her face. She caught sight of herself in the mirror. Her hair was in a long plait down her back, tiny wisps escaping the loose braid. Her eyes were grey, solemn, but the fire hidden in them was only waiting for a chance to appear again. Her cheeks had a pretty flush and her nightdress was not overly revealing, but not too modest either. To most eyes, she was pretty as well.
Minerva, however, did not see that. All she saw was a bedraggled, bony young woman, not padded in the right places like someone her age should be. She saw her hair straggling down her back, her grey eyes forlorn and ugly, staring out over her face, jutting out from beneath her black brows, making her face look dirty and unnourished.
Slightly upset and suddenly self-conscious, she quickly got under the covers, glad for the warming pans the house-elves had placed there.
She didn't care for her looks, but she wished she was more sunny and bright, like Letitia. Or dark and mysterious, like Athena with her stately ways. But no, Minerva Mcgonagall was no one. She worked hard, loved her job, and looked after her little Lions. She helped Albus, dealt with the Ministry and stayed in the castle, where she hoped to be for a very, very long time.
Albus was important, in the top workings of the Ministry, he gave advice and they hung on his words. He would get married, have brilliant children, whom she would teach, hopefully, and be happy with his beloved wife.
That was the way of things, the order of her -and his- life, and it would always be like that. It was the way of things.
--
Just a prologue, but as soon as I have the next chapter worked out a little more, it'll be up quickly.
Letitia is said Let-iss-ee-uh, and Letys is her nickname and pronounced like lettuce. It's Victorian name, I thought it was appropriate, lol. I also think that the name might change, I hate the title, but I'm a little pressed for time.
Enjoy!
Summary: Albus is about to marry the most perfect woman in the world. Letitia Gordon is everything he could dream for. Meanwhile, Minerva Mcgonagall keeps the school running as she does paperwork and punishes miscreants. Letitia and Albus will be married on January the First and Minerva hopes that once they are married that school will return to normal. But will Albus tie the knot?
Rating: K+. It's quite mild.
Prologue.
The Way of Things.
The auburn haired man finished the little note with the satisfied flourish of one glad to have finished an odious but necessary job, and whistled for his tiny scops owl to come for the letter.
“There you go, Jitter. You can go out of the west window.” The little owl looked at him reproachfully, first at the stormy weather, then back at the man's face, leaning in to his long crooked nose. “It's not far, just to the village. You know where that is. No excuses.”
The owl stuck its little beak in the air and ignored Albus, though he shivered and hopped, living up to is name. “Stand still, Jitter. Just go to Mr. Rosmerta, then come straight back. Then Letys will give you your treat.” The owl looked marginally more cheerful, and suffered himself to be led over the west-facing wall.
“Be safe,” he told the hopping bird, who hooted in reply, then took off into the storm.
Albus watched him go with amusement. Jitter had no sense of direction, and so made a nearly useless post-bird, but he was very cute, and Letys would not let him give the fluffy thing to his brother Aberforth.
Albus smiled as he thought of Letys, short for Letitia who was currently washing in his bathroom. They were to be married in a couple of months, January the 1st and he couldn't think of anyone he would rather spend the rest of his life with. Of course, that was what all fools in love said.
But Letys was funny, clever, sweet, very feminine and stunningly beautiful. Her golden-yellow hair cascaded over her face in corkscrew curls, her lovely dark blue eyes peering out from behind angled brows, and her luscious mouth was adorable.
Albus believed that he had fallen in love with her moment he had saw her, haggling laughingly with Tom the barman of the Leaky Cauldron. She shone in the sun, hair glinting, her laugh frequenting wherever she went. She seemed to go in for the old saying, ''laugh and the whole world laughs with you; frown and you frown alone.'' Albus loved her dearly.
He sat down at his desk, unsticking one sherbet lemon from the other, peacefully meditating on the wonder of the muggle society, until a peremptory knock sounded at the door and it opened before he could permit entrance.
“Hello Albus. Sorry to bother you, but the ministry needs your signature and stamp on these forms.” Minerva said loudly, as if to brook no argument. “And they need to be in by tomorrow.”
Albus sighed, yet smiled at the young woman. Here was another amazing female, but not the same as Letys, of course.
Minerva had started as Transfiguration teacher when he became headmaster. She would have become his Deputy Head as well, but the Board of Governors thought she was too young (and pretty, though they did not say it) to be working so closely with a seventy year old or so man.
Because Minerva was pretty. She had clear grey eyes that could pour fire, breath sorrow, drip honey and make even the bravest student, and grown men on occasion, cower. She had black hair down to her waist, which was poker straight and thick, yet in the sunlight it glinted red and gold. Very unusual combinations, but Minerva had told him that her mother had had red hair, her father black, and that her hair was a mixture of them both.
“May what Gods there are rest their souls,” she had added on that day. They both been killed rather nastily in Grindelwalds reign, and Minerva did not follow very clearly any God. Albus thought that she liked to refer back to the Gods her family had worshipped in ancient days, the records of which were buried in the old grounds Mcgonagall Manor, hidden from the avenging Ministry of years passed.
“Yes Minerva? Which forms?” he asked, returning to the present.
She sighed and slapped them down on the table. “The ones validating the security of the Astronomy tower. Why they have suddenly took it into their head that is dangerous after it has stood there for hundreds, thousands of years even, and not a single death, I do not know,” her Scottish brogue got louder as she vented her feeling on the Ministry. “Fools.”
Albus hid a smile and reached for the top form. “You've filled them in,” he said, raising an eyebrow. “Aren't I supposed to do this?”
“I did them, to save you time. I used a charm to disguise my handwriting,” she said. “They are such fools. Dark wizards could be filtering their paperwork and they wouldn't know.”
“I agree, my dear. Thank-you for your consideration. It must have taken you some time to do them.” He looked at her. She waved her hand negligently.
“I am sure you can repay me with something,” she smiled. “Like the new book on the Theory of Transfiguration.”
He opened his mouth to answer but she cut him off. “I didn't mean it, Albus. Honestly! I just like to tease you.”
“Hmph. What do you think of it? I read an article about it last week, and the Animagi part seems a little weak.” Albus enjoyed discussing Transfiguration with Minerva, she always had fresh ideas and witty things to say about them that often had him crying with mirth.
She snorted as she bustled round the office, gathering together papers and documents to be filed or completed. Albus watched her fondly. She was so efficient and helpful! Many a time he had been wading in paperwork, only to be rescued by the fearfully practical and efficient mind of the young witch.
“If he'd ever actually learned to be an animagus it would a lot more impressive,” she continued. “When he has spent weeks with a tail and one paw on the left hand, then he will be able to write a proper article on it.”
Albus chortled, appreciating her dry wit, and threw the form back onto it's pile. “I will bear that in mind when I get round to reading it.”
She nodded. “Right. You'd better get to work on the forms, then. See you tomorrow. Oh!” Minerva was looking at the woman standing in the door of the study. Albus looked over too.
“Letys! Are you done?” he asked affectionately. She was very beautiful. Her hair was already beginning to curl back into its corkscrews and her cheeks were flushed with the water.
“I am, Alby,” she cooed. “Hello Minerva.”
“Hi Letitia.” Minerva switched her powerful gaze onto the blonde woman before snapping back to Albus. “Albus, those forms have to be filled in and sent off by this evening. The ministry will not wait any longer.” Minerva left, balancing her pile of paper documents on her hip again.
As the door closed on her thin form, Letitia turned to Albus. “Alby, why do you let her bother you so? You are the Headmaster, after all.”
“I know, Letys, but she is only helping with the running of the school,” reading her expression correctly, he continued quickly. “I have no improper intentions towards her at all.”
Letitia blinked at him, then yawned and placed herself on his lap. She buried her head in his shoulder and said quietly to him, “I know, darling. I never doubted you for a minute.”
He smiled into her fragrant hair and she nuzzled his neck. Albus dropped a kiss on her head and she looked back up to him to kiss him fiercely. Albus returned it just as forcefully and they became oblivious to the world.
--
Minerva Mcgonagall dropped the bundle of papers on her desk and made for the door back into the corridors. She would do them tomorrow, they weren't urgent.
She crept silently though the corridors, quiet as her animagus form. She was slightly worried about her finances. Minerva didn't have much money. Mcgonagall Manor had gone to her stately sister Athena, leaving Minerva with her small flat in London and small vault set aside for her by her parents for their strange daughter, as they had thought of her.
When she had started at Hogwarts she had become not so dependant on money. The food and board was included in the job and she was paid for her services. People always thought she had huge amounts of money, good clothes, pureblood lineage and a loving family.
In fact, she had none of those, but Minerva didn't need money to be happy. Athena didn't care for her and so what if her beloved grandmother had been a muggle? And as for clothes, what were they but rags made to increase a person's vanity and self-confidence?
They were Minerva's views on her life and she was perfectly happy as she was.True, she wasn't yet allowed to be Albus' Deputy but but she was Head of Gryffindor House and that was good enough for her.
She was Deputy Headmistress in all but name anyway. Albus relied on her heavily and she enjoyed working with him except...now that he was engaged, he was neglecting the school a tiny bit. Forms would only be sent of because Minerva did them and had him sign them and at other times he would forget staff meetings and so on. The other Professors didn't mind. They said it was good that poor old Albus had finally found himself a suitable match. But they weren't the ones taking on the extra paperwork or dealing with impatient officials.
Minerva was young, efficient, clever and practical, yet the way she had to work so fast and to such high standards was tiring. If only they would get the wedding over and done with! Then perhaps Hogwarts would return to it's proper ways, with the Headmaster dealing with all the things Minerva was doing at the current moment.
Letitia was pretty. The kind of pretty that the world appreciated as pretty. Blonde and giggly and 'cute'. Witch Weekly was very taken with Dumbledore's new bride-to-be and she was printed in every edition. Smiling, pouting, posing and giggling with Albus.
Albus...
It seemed to downgrade him in a way. To be caught with her for the wizarding nation's smutty magazine. She winced when Letitia called him Alby and when hoards of people asked for his autograph and pictures of the dashing couple.
Minerva was not jealous of Letitia. The woman was twenty years older than her and far prettier, as Minerva knew. Minerva had no romantic prospects and did not plan on having any; if she was to die an old maid, then so be it. Nothing could persuade her to turn into a giggling, simpering oggling crowd like so many other witches.
Minerva washed her face in the warm water then let it drain out of the basin as she dried her face. She caught sight of herself in the mirror. Her hair was in a long plait down her back, tiny wisps escaping the loose braid. Her eyes were grey, solemn, but the fire hidden in them was only waiting for a chance to appear again. Her cheeks had a pretty flush and her nightdress was not overly revealing, but not too modest either. To most eyes, she was pretty as well.
Minerva, however, did not see that. All she saw was a bedraggled, bony young woman, not padded in the right places like someone her age should be. She saw her hair straggling down her back, her grey eyes forlorn and ugly, staring out over her face, jutting out from beneath her black brows, making her face look dirty and unnourished.
Slightly upset and suddenly self-conscious, she quickly got under the covers, glad for the warming pans the house-elves had placed there.
She didn't care for her looks, but she wished she was more sunny and bright, like Letitia. Or dark and mysterious, like Athena with her stately ways. But no, Minerva Mcgonagall was no one. She worked hard, loved her job, and looked after her little Lions. She helped Albus, dealt with the Ministry and stayed in the castle, where she hoped to be for a very, very long time.
Albus was important, in the top workings of the Ministry, he gave advice and they hung on his words. He would get married, have brilliant children, whom she would teach, hopefully, and be happy with his beloved wife.
That was the way of things, the order of her -and his- life, and it would always be like that. It was the way of things.
--
Just a prologue, but as soon as I have the next chapter worked out a little more, it'll be up quickly.
I still love this (I am HMS Frivolity and Felines on fanfiction.net)
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