Resolving a Misunderstanding (complete)

[FireBird]

What a lovely chapter! The flashback at the beginning was great, and their behavior seemed somehow absolutely typical for them, in a way.
Alroy's talent is very interesting, it has me wondering what kinds of complexities might emerge from it. Of course, I also noticed the slight change in the dynamics between Minerva and Quin, and it has me, too, a bit worried. Naturally, I have to wonder what on earth Valerianna was thinking. Whatever was she aiming at, announcing her and Flint's Engagement like that? And why did she think it Minerva would care at all? Minerva's talk with Gertie was nice. Not very enlightening, but somehow I got the feeling that Gertie didn't put too many hidden meanings into her words. It's good to know she can speak (almost) like a normal person, instead of in riddles.
None of my questions were answered in this chapter, of course, but at least there aren't too many new ones.
I'm still loving your story and still looking forward to the next chapter with barely contained excitement. Update soon, please!

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tigerlime said:

What a lovely chapter! The flashback at the beginning was great, and their behavior seemed somehow absolutely typical for them, in a way.
Alroy's talent is very interesting, it has me wondering what kinds of complexities might emerge from it. Of course, I also noticed the slight change in the dynamics between Minerva and Quin, and it has me, too, a bit worried. Naturally, I have to wonder what on earth Valerianna was thinking. Whatever was she aiming at, announcing her and Flint's Engagement like that? And why did she think it Minerva would care at all? Minerva's talk with Gertie was nice. Not very enlightening, but somehow I got the feeling that Gertie didn't put too many hidden meanings into her words. It's good to know she can speak (almost) like a normal person, instead of in riddles.
None of my questions were answered in this chapter, of course, but at least there aren't too many new ones.
I'm still loving your story and still looking forward to the next chapter with barely contained excitement. Update soon, please!

Glad you liked it -- I am likely updating again today. You'll get to see Valerianna again, aren't you happy!
And, of course, Quin will make an appearance, and we'll even pay a visit to Albus at Hogwarts to see what he's up to!

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Notes: Thank you to everyone who reviewed the last chapter! I'm glad people liked Alroy and the game of hide-and-seek! ;D

Here's more of the engagement party. It's rather long, so it's posted in two parts. Enjoy!

LXXIV: Shall We Dance?

The first piece the ensemble played was a traditional waltz, and after the engaged couple – Walburga and Orion, not the upstarts – had danced for a few minutes, Gropius and Columbine and the parents of the bride and groom stepped out onto the floor, signalling that others could begin dancing, as well, if they wished. Minerva was not surprised to see Valerianna immediately drag the hapless Francis out onto the dance floor.

“Would you care to dance?”

Minerva had expected Quin to ask her for the first dance, so when Robert’s voice reached her ear, she turned, surprised, to him. Well, she hadn’t promised Quin anything, after all. And poor Robert was there without his wife. “I’d love to, thank you.”

Robert took her hand and led her out onto the dance floor. He was a good dancer, and he quite competently led her through the waltz and into the next dance.

“So, Robert, what did you think of the surprise announcement?”

“Rather appallingly poor taste,” he said stiffly, sounding completely British in that moment, not a trace of the Continent in his speech.

Minerva’s lip twitched. “Mmm. I actually overheard her planning it with Francis, although, of course, I didn’t know precisely what she had planned. I told your mother about it, in fact. If we’d had any idea . . . ”

“Mother would have let her go on with it and hang herself in front of the entire company, I am sure.”

Astounded, Minerva looked up into the steady gaze of the tall young wizard. “Really? But Walburga and Orion – ”

“Will recover from this slight quickly. Valerianna will not. Mother may not have told you this, but she despises the witch.” The music changed again, and Robert shifted his hands and his stance to lead Minerva in a foxtrot.

“My goodness, you’re forthright!”

“I take after my mother, I suppose. Although Father was not known for keeping his opinions to himself, so I am probably a combination of the worst of them.” He smiled slightly at her. “I am sorry if I offended you.”

“No, no, not at all. I didn’t have the impression that Gertie liked her, but she never said she didn’t.”

“Mmm. Well, after that business a few years ago . . . Mother didn’t have the time of day for her before that, and after, well, I hadn’t seen my mother so angry at anyone since the war.”

“What business was that?”

“Oh . . .” Robert looked uneasy. “Um, just a personal situation. I thought perhaps you knew of it, but then, you were living in London at the time, weren’t you?”

“I lived in London until last December, yes. Is this to do with . . . Professor Dumbledore?” Minerva asked, unsure whether to broach the subject or not.

“Something to do with him. Well, I think I am going to have to relinquish you to the arms of another, Minerva,” Robert said with a gentle smile. “Thank you for the dances.” He stepped away from her, bowed, then raised her hand and kissed it in a courtly gesture.

“May I?” Quin asked, holding out his hand.

Minerva smiled. “Of course. Although don’t you generally ask that of the wizard before you cut in?”

“Robert and I understand one another well. He wouldn’t dream of keepin’ you to himself.” Quin grinned down at her.

“Your timing could have been better, though, Quin,” she groused, thinking of what she might have learned from Robert about his mother’s feelings toward Valerianna and about what happened with Albus. Minerva now had the distinct impression that Gertrude had not been a disinterested bystander, as Minerva had thought she’d been after their conversation out by the hill fort on Monday morning.

“Really?”

“Yes, this is my fourth dance, and I need to sit and have something to drink,” Minerva responded somewhat disingenuously.

“If you insist, love.”

“Were you dancing with someone?”

“No, just by me lonesome – only jokin’. You are the fourth witch I’ve danced with this night, and the most beautiful and graceful of them all.” His tone was light and joking, but when Minerva looked up, smiling, she saw genuine warmth and affection in the wizard’s eyes. “You were worth the wait, Minerva.”

Minerva blushed and lowered her eyes, not noticing that the music had changed again, but Quin stepped back and led her from the floor. He handed her a glass with some kind of frothy punch and took one for himself from a floating tray. As he brought her to a free chair and held it for her before sitting himself, he said, “Me first dance was with Ella, dear mother of me sainted wife, the second was with Columbine, and the third was with Gertrude, who, despite being an abysmal Beater, is an astonishingly good dancer. I always look forward to dancing with her if I have a chance.”

Minerva looked out across the floor, searching for Gertie, and almost missed her. There she was, gliding gracefully across the floor, dancing with a tall, straight-backed, silver-haired wizard, whom Minerva recognised as the Minister for Magical Transportation, Alfred Tapper. Gertrude was dressed in frosty blue and silver robes and wearing sapphire and silver jewellery. Her hair had been artfully arranged, and her fringe, light, feathery, was swept back from her face. She hardly resembled the stern Arithmancy teacher at all. If Minerva were a wizard, she would want to dance with her.

Nearby danced Valerianna and Francis. She was dressed in robes of orange and peach. Minerva thought they were ghastly. To give the witch some credit, her hair was well-coiffed. It looked as though she was leading. Definitely not a candidate for a dance, if she were a wizard, Minerva thought, wondering yet again what had possessed Albus. Perhaps he had been possessed . . . or cursed, or dosed with a potion. Minerva sighed. No, Albus was more likely to be victim of his own poor judgment, she feared, than the victim of a hex or a potion. Perhaps Gertrude meant that sort of thing when she told her that Albus sometimes needed protecting. Did Gertrude see herself as his protectress, then? And if she did . . . did Gertrude see Minerva as someone to protect Albus from, or as someone who would help her protect Albus? It sounded as though it were the latter, although certain things she had said could be interpreted otherwise.

The music ceased and the bell charm sounded again. Columbine Gamp stood beside the musical ensemble and pointed her wand at her throat before speaking. Her voice amplified by a Sonorous Charm, she thanked the musicians for their work and expressed her hope that the guests were all enjoying themselves as much as she was; she then announced that the “young witches and wizards” would be joining them for a time, and she hoped that they would be made welcome.

Minerva watched as about ten children ranging in age from six to about fifteen filed in, most of the boys looking awkward in their dress robes, but Alroy looking as comfortable as could be. His younger sister, Aine, who was dressed in a set of pretty lavender robes with filmy, floaty sleeves, looked a bit nervous, but she walked gracefully, almost regally, beside a shuffling young witch about her age. Barty Crouch was looking quite pleased with himself; he was one of the older children, and he was wearing very fancy dress robes with black-on-black embroidery and velvet trim. Minerva thought they had probably been purchased for him for the previous holiday season, perhaps a New Year’s party, because they were somewhat heavy for the season, but she considered it eminently sensible of the Crouches not to get him something new for this occasion. He was growing, after all. Bella was wearing a bright red sleeveless robe with a long pale pink chiffon tunic over it. Minerva thought it an odd choice for such a young girl, but she had to admit that the colour set off her shiny black hair beautifully, and she was more self-possessed than some of the older children.

Columbine pointed the wand at her throat again, then turned to the musicians and said something to them. They began to shift about and change instruments. Minerva smiled to see one of the two clarinettists pick up the saxophone she had noticed earlier. They began to play a fairly lively swing tune, something Minerva remembered hearing a lot during the War when she would go out to Muggle London with friends. She hoped it was not the only such piece they’d play.

The children, in the meantime, had walked further into the ballroom to join the party, and Minerva was startled by Alroy’s voice beside her. She had seen him approaching her and Quin and had assumed he was coming to join his father, but she had been so intent on watching the musicians as they prepared to play something jazzier than a foxtrot, she hadn’t noticed that he’d reached them.

“May I have this dance, ma’am?”

Minerva blinked. “Don’t you want to dance with one of the girls?” There were two girls there about his age, one a little younger, one a little older.

“I want to dance with the most beautiful witch in the room, ma’am,” he said with a flattering but self-confident grin. “Besides, Clara has a crush on Barty, Fiona is spoiled, and Elissa is boring. And Bella is just . . . weird.” He looked up at his father. “I will dance with Aine, Da, I promise.” He turned back to Minerva and held out his small hand.

Minerva stood and put her hand in the boy’s. “I would be honoured, Mr MacAirt.”

Alroy’s grin widened, but then he became more serious and bowed to her before leading her onto the dance floor.

It was peculiar dancing with someone that much shorter than she, but, considering his age, he was competent enough, probably better than some of the adult wizards. Minerva tried to chat easily with Alroy, although it was difficult to forget that she would be teaching him in less than two months. She always tried to maintain a professional distance from her students while remaining accessible to them. She wasn’t there to be their friend, after all, but she did want them to be comfortable enough with her to talk to her if they needed to. Minerva was still figuring out how create that balance.

As she danced with her young partner, Minerva remembered Carson bringing her out one night not long before his death; the band had played this song, and they had danced to it, Carson swinging her energetically. Alroy was not up to the “swinging,” but in his navy dress robes, his auburn hair falling across his eyes despite the effort that had been made to slick it back, he strongly reminded Minerva of a young Carson. She smiled. A bit like Carson . . . and like his father. Yes, Quin also resembled Carson, in a way. Something about the eyes and the smile. And the easy way he had about him. The thought brought a bittersweet ache to her heart.

When the dance was over, Alroy bowed and thanked her, and Minerva thanked him, as well.

“Guess I’d better find me sister now.” He sounded resigned.

“You’re a good older brother, Alroy. She’ll appreciate it, I’m sure.” Minerva thought of her own brothers, particularly Murdoch, who had always tried to make time for her. “Maybe not tonight, but she will.” Minerva patted him on the shoulder.

“Ta, ma’am. An’ you’re not only the most beautiful witch here, you’re the nicest, too.” He barely blushed as he made this pronouncement.

“Well, thank you, Alroy – but don’t think that such compliments will get you out of detention when you’re at Hogwarts, if you deserve it!” Minerva smiled at him and winked, but remembered a Slytherin who used to use his charm to get out of trouble. She didn’t want Alroy, who seemed such a nice boy, to turn out that way. Although there had been far more wrong with Riddle than just using insincere charm to manipulate people. Alroy didn’t have a cruel streak in him, from what Minerva had seen.

Alroy grinned cheekily. “Wouldn’t be expectin’ anything else, ma’am! But when I’m not in trouble . . .”

“Which I hope will be a permanent condition, young man. Now go find your sister.” She sent him off toward where she thought she’d seen Aine dancing awkwardly with a young wizard.

Minerva looked around, trying to find Quin, or perhaps Robert. Not seeing them nearby, she moved toward the French doors that opened out onto a large balcony. When she’d seen the wide balcony over the veranda, Minerva had wondered what room could accommodate it. She was just considering stepping out onto the deserted balcony for some fresh air when a wizard appeared at her side.

“Would you care to dance, Professor?”

It was Francis Flint, standing there stiffly. He smelled slightly of alcohol, but didn’t seem drunk.

“Umm, I don’t usually refuse a dance, and I would accept, but . . . won’t Valerianna mind?” Minerva asked bluntly.

“If you are dancing with her escort, it is courteous for your escort to dance with her . . . .”

“So you are actually here on Valerianna’s behalf because she wants to dance with – my escort?” Minerva asked, raising her eyebrows, avoiding Quin’s name, since it was clear that Flint disliked him.

“Yes.” He glanced over his shoulder uncomfortably. “Please. I could have said anything to you, Professor, but I told you the unvarnished truth.” Minerva saw his Adam’s apple bob up and down as the wizard swallowed nervously. “May I please have this dance?” he pleaded. He put his hand out to her. “You do dance beautifully.”

Minerva knit her brow and thought quickly. It could be that Valerianna was setting her up for something. She didn’t trust that witch one bit. Or she could be setting up Quin. But Quin was a big boy and had known her for a long time. He could take care of himself. Minerva looked at Flint, who was now sweating despite the cool breeze coming through the doors. She didn’t know what it was he got out of his relationship with Valerianna, and if he was attaching himself to the harridan, he could bear the consequences of it; she shouldn’t care whether he got into hot water with the witch . . . but Minerva was curious to know what the other witch was up to. And she did feel somewhat sorry for the wizard beside her, so she took his hand, grimacing as she felt his sweaty palm. “Yes, one dance, Mr Flint.”

He smiled, and Minerva could almost feel his relief.

They danced rather sedately, Francis careful not to hold her too closely or place his hand anywhere it shouldn’t be. Finally, unable to contain herself any longer, Minerva asked, “Have many people congratulated you on your pending marriage?” It was all she could do not to say “impending doom,” rather than “pending marriage.”

He cleared his throat. “A few.” The wizard had little control over his emotions, and his colour heightened.

“I take it you wanted to announce it under other circumstances?” Minerva asked, keeping herself from her real question: “What possessed the witch to make such a social gaffe?”

“Um, yes. Actually, I hadn’t been sure . . . .”

“You weren’t even sure you were going to become engaged?”

“Well . . . we’d talked about it. Generally. But I hadn’t thought we’d come to any conclusions. But when Valerianna decides something . . .”

Minerva almost laughed. She doubted that Francis had even asked Valerianna to marry him. Or that she had asked him. She had probably merely decreed that it would happen, and Flint lacked the stones to refuse her.

“Still . . . this was perhaps not the best venue for such an announcement,” Minerva said gently.

“I tried to suggest that we announce it at lunch, at least, if she wished to do it this week. But she seemed . . . well, she wanted to make an impression.”

“I would say she made quite an impression. Though I doubt that it was the impression she had hoped for.”

Flint sighed. “I know. And now she’s unhappy about that. Please don’t repeat that to her.”

“I don’t speak to her if I can help it, Mr Flint.”

He cocked his head slightly, looking at her. “I remember you from school, you know.”

“You do? I’m sorry; I didn’t realise we had been acquainted then.” Minerva had remembered seeing him ghosting about the hallways of the Ministry, but she didn’t remember ever seeing him to speak to before that week.

“We weren’t, not really, but the younger years talked about you. Said you were . . . really good. They were jealous, I guess.”

“What year were you?” Minerva asked, trying to imagine what he’d looked like as a teenager, before his hairline had receded and life had placed its weight upon him. He was an inch or two taller than she, but the slump in his shoulders made him seem shorter. Minerva would have wondered what Valerianna saw in him if she hadn’t already realised that the other witch probably wanted to have a man about whom she could control easily. She probably saw Flint as a compromise candidate: someone with enough ability to advance at the Ministry but who was still amenable to her control. As for what he got out of it . . . perhaps after the business with Quin, he’d become discouraged, and he saw Valerianna as someone who could, what? Help him to advance at the Ministry? Help him to take revenge on Quin? Minerva wondered whether she had made a mistake in accepting the dance, but Flint seemed innocuous enough at the moment.

“My NEWTs were in ’41, just a year before all that nastiness.” He shuddered. “I was glad to have missed that.”

So he was only two years older than she. Perhaps less, depending on his birthday. He looked older than that, she thought. She’d had the impression he was more Quin’s contemporary. Valerianna had to be a good thirty or thirty-five years older than he, if she were about ten years older than Gertrude. Not what a younger wizard usually sought in a wife, particularly not if he wanted a family – although there was a chance that Valerianna was still within her childbearing years, it was a slim one. “And you were in Slytherin?”

“Yes. And you’re a Gryffindor.” He grinned slightly. “Never thought I’d ask a Gryffindor to dance!”

Minerva laughed. “Well, you aren’t the first Slytherin I’ve danced with, and they’ve all survived the experience, so hopefully you will, too.”

Continued in the next post!

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Part 2 of 2 parts. See the previous post for the first part of the message.

LXXIV: Shall We Dance? continued

The music came to an end, Flint bowed awkwardly and backed away. Minister Tapper, the silver-haired wizard who had danced with Gertie earlier, stepped up to Minerva and asked if she would care to dance.

The minister was a very good dancer and, other than a polite query about how she was enjoying her new career, seemed interested in dancing rather than in conversation, which suited Minerva well. She hadn’t thought that the minister had any idea who she was, so she had been somewhat surprised by his question. Not that she’d expected him to introduce himself; no doubt he believed that everyone knew who he was and that he required no introduction. But Minerva’s work in experimental Transfiguration at the Ministry intersected very little with any area under Minister Tapper’s purview, so she believed he wouldn’t have known anything about her. On the other hand, there was a certain prestige associated with teaching at Hogwarts, even if the likes of Valerianna didn’t appreciate it, and perhaps he’d heard of her in connection with her “defection” from the Ministry to the school.

Minerva looked around discreetly, trying to find Quin. She had spotted him only once, dancing stiffly with Valerianna, just before her own dance with Flint had come to an end. She wondered if he were angry with her for putting him in a position in which Valerianna could claim a dance from him. He could have refused, though. It wasn’t as though he was obligated to dance with the witch, after all, and he’d had no trouble tweaking the other guests on previous occasions. He certainly wouldn’t feel constrained by etiquette not to refuse her if he wished to. Minerva still felt slightly guilty; Quin probably would feel more obliged to dance with her and not appear rude on that particular evening, especially with the children present. Minerva smiled as she saw Alroy dancing with the shy little witch who had walked in with his sister. The boy was looking down at his partner, smiling at her. The girl couldn’t dance very well, but Alroy’s expression never faltered, even when she stepped on his foot. Minerva chuckled, and drew the Minister’s attention to the little couple.

Minister Tapper smiled, himself. “That’s my granddaughter, Elissa. I told my son she should have lessons, but he said that at nine, she was too young yet. I am glad the young wizard is a gentleman.” His lips twitched as he saw Alroy save Elissa from tripping over her robes. “Who is the boy, do you know?”

“Alroy MacAirt. He begins at Hogwarts in September.”

“Ah, Columbine’s great-grandson. Well, well. Turning out quite fine, despite everything.”

Minerva turned a cool gaze on the older wizard. “And precisely what does that mean?”

“Well, mother dead, father not precisely . . . hmm, er, refined, shall we say?”

“Shall we?” Minerva asked softly. “I would not. For to me, ‘refinement’ means that one has eliminated the dross and left the pure metal. And Quin MacAirt, in that sense, is very refined, indeed, for he is true to himself. He is the one responsible for raising that young wizard who is dancing so kindly with your granddaughter, Minister, and you may thank Mr MacAirt for it.” She never raised her voice above its initial quiet tone, but there was sharp steel behind her words.

The minister raised an eyebrow. “You presume to lecture me, young woman?” Then he suddenly barked a laugh. “You will do well at Hogwarts. And you are correct in every point, Professor.” As the music died away, Minister Tapper stepped back, bowing and raising Minerva’s hand to his lips briefly. When he straightened, he smiled down at her and nodded. “Now I see, yes . . . yes, I see. Thank you very much for the dance, Professor. And for the tutoring!”

Minerva stepped back toward the French doors again, looking about for Quin, worried now that she had put him in an uncomfortable situation with Valerianna and that he hadn’t forgiven her for it, but then she saw him coming toward her. Minister Tapper stopped him and shook his hand, his other hand on the younger wizard’s shoulder, standing close and speaking in his ear. Quin was smiling slightly, then he nodded. A minute later he was beside her.

“Well, m’ darlin’ Minerva, I must thank you for havin’ arranged such a pleasant dance partner for me. Wouldn’t o’ thought of it, meself. Stroke o’ genius, that was.” Quin was grinning down at her.

Despite Quin’s smile, Minerva wondered whether he was upset with her. “I’m sorry, Quin. Francis . . . he seemed so pathetic. And I was curious.”

“Ah, yes, you and your kind heart and your curiosity. O’ course. Should have guessed it meself.” He chuckled. “Don’t worry yourself, Minerva; you look so beautiful tonight, you mustn’t spoil it with an unhappy expression. So, another dance or a little drink? Or perhaps a bite to eat. There’s food in the supper rooms,” he said, gesturing up toward the rooms off the interior balcony above them.

“I think something to drink. I don’t think I could eat anything more – unless you’d like something?”

“No, not at the moment. You wait here; I’ll bring you something.”

“Something nonalcoholic, please, Quin; I’m thirsty.”

“Your every wish is my command, and if they haven’t anything suitable, I’ll get you a glass and fetch you some fresh water from me own spring,” he said grandly.

“You just want to show off again, Quin,” Minerva laughed.

He winked at her. “Got me figured out already, haven’t you?”

Quin set off for the trays that were floating along the wall across the room from them. Minerva moved into the doorway and relished the feel of the cool night air behind her. She turned and looked out. There was one couple in the shadows at the other end of the balcony, but it was empty other than that. Minerva stepped out through the doors; she could keep an eye on the doorway for Quin. He would find her, in any case.

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Albus sat in a comfy overstuffed armchair atop the Headmaster’s tower and gazed out over the school grounds as twilight grew, watching in the gathering darkness until he could no longer distinguish the line of the Forbidden Forest from its shadow. Standing and stretching, he banished the chair. Comfortable though it may have been, he had not felt at ease. Making his way down the ancient stair to his quarters, Albus wondered whether Minerva were having a good time at the party. He hoped that Quin was treating her well. Gertrude had sent him a brief letter just that morning, reiterating her invitation, saying they could always make room for him, even if he only wished to attend dinner and leave immediately afterward. But he hadn’t made arrangements to leave the castle, although he knew that Johannes would have been happy to look after things for a few hours, and that provided him with as good an excuse as any to decline.

In actuality, the thought of being at the same function with both Minerva and Valerianna, not to mention Gertrude, was daunting enough, but he also knew that Minerva would feel obligated to spend time with him, and that was time she should be spending getting to know Quin. Or if not Quin, then another suitable young wizard. Melancholy though he should not be, the image of Minerva laughing, dancing, and smiling at the handsome young MacAirt did not cheer him, but gave him a pang of desolation that his solitary evening did nothing to dispel.

Determined to put it out of his mind, Albus went down to his office and began straightening his parchments, organising the work he had completed that day, setting aside what he needed to tend to the next, and pulling out anything that was not associated with either Hogwarts or Ministry business. As he sorted through his documents, putting them in their proper places, he found his “Minerva lists” again. He smiled slightly seeing them. Perhaps they qualified as Hogwarts business . . . but remembering the feelings he’d had as he had written them, Albus knew they were very personal and that his desire to have her remain at Hogwarts had only a little to do with Minerva’s abilities as a Transfiguration teacher, as excellent as they were.

They had had a lovely time together in those few days before she’d left for Cornwall. It was difficult to believe that it had been less than a week since he’d overheard her complaints to Poppy. He had squandered more than six months in which he could have enjoyed her company, nurtured their relationship and her professional growth, six months that would not return.

They had a long-standing relationship, and certainly they were friends, but would their friendship last when Minerva became involved with a wizard who would desire any free time she could spare him once she had discharged her duties at Hogwarts? It was difficult enough for a witch or wizard on the staff to maintain a relationship with someone who wasn’t in residence at the castle, it would only make it more difficult if she felt a tie to him . . . an obligation to spend time with her friend and mentor. And Hogwarts already demanded so much time and energy. A wizard could resent that; Albus had seen it happen before. He would not do that to Minerva. She deserved a chance at happiness. He would not grasp at her little free time, depriving her of the opportunity to develop a real relationship with someone. Provided the someone was deserving, of course. If he made her unhappy, or was unsuitable for her . . . Albus would have to try to steer Minerva toward someone more appropriate, or at least protect her from an ill-chosen match. He would be her friend . . . for as long as she wished him to be, at any rate. They had maintained a correspondence when Minerva was in London, after all; there was no reason they couldn’t do the same again. Of course, their correspondence had become less frequent during her apprenticeship in Germany, but they both had been busy that year, he knew. Her apprenticeship had been time-consuming, as could be expected, and he’d always thought she had been involved with Rudolf, the Apothecary she had mentioned in her letters, although she’d never told him in so many words. And he’d had his own life. . . .

Albus sighed and gathered up a few personal parchments, including the lists, and headed back up to his suite to put them away. He would keep the lists with his photographs of Minerva, he thought. Sitting at the small desk in his private study, Albus glanced over them again. On the reverse side of the second parchment, the one listing “Insults and Indignities,” he saw a piece of doggerel that he’d jotted down that Friday afternoon as he was making plans for his dinner with Minerva. Just a few lines, pure silliness, really, inspired by the events of the morning.

His eyes misted over as he thought of Minerva. Albus didn’t really know when he had fallen in love with her. The first aching in his heart, that ache which he had always called by another name, was an ache that he remembered first feeling so many years ago that it shamed him. Minerva was still young then, barely out of school, really, and she had just lost the wizard who had loved her and whom she had loved, though Minerva had denied it, trying to spare his feelings . . . she had certainly been too young for someone of his years to even dream of loving. Minerva had been so upset that day when he had come to see her at the McGonagall home and give her the letter that Carson had written her. Yet she had wished to offer him comfort, comfort which he had rejected, and in that moment of rejection, he had felt that ache for the first time. . . .

Albus looked at the few lines of verse. They were whimsical, but they called him to express his feelings more truly, without their inanity. He took up his quill and quickly penned a few more lines. Rereading them, he felt they were foolish, even more so than the first ones that had inspired him to write more. Yet they were true . . . or partially so. How to express the entire truth of his feelings for Minerva, feelings that would by necessity remain hidden from her, hidden from everyone? Albus began to write again, and this time, he did not stop until he knew he had written the final line, the one that completed the expression of his feelings.

Albus gazed at the parchment, not reading it, and thought he should really just burn it now, or banish it in a thousand particles as dust across the castle grounds. But he didn’t. Instead, he carefully placed it in the drawer beneath the photographs of Minerva.

He felt better after having expressed himself. Now, perhaps, he could be a true friend to her and help her find happiness. Albus didn’t understand why Minerva was still unmarried, or why she was not in a relationship, at least. She was a beautiful, intelligent, witty, talented, strong witch. Although she was not rare among witches in that regard, particularly those who worked at the Ministry or at St. Mungo’s, who often remained unmarried and unattached for the first ten or twenty years of their careers. But Minerva deserved more than just a career at Hogwarts. She deserved some personal happiness.

Whatever wizard she chose, he would be welcome at Hogwarts; indeed, perhaps he could be put on staff . . . even if a position had to be created for him. Albus furrowed his brow; from what he’d heard of Quin, it was unlikely he would want to give up his business interests in order to teach at Hogwarts. Perhaps he would relocate to Hogsmeade, though, to be closer to her . . . but, more likely, Minerva would leave the school if she married him. Who would want a part-time wife who spent almost all of her days, all of her meals, and all of her nights at Hogwarts for nearly ten months out of the year?

It was inevitable: he would eventually lose Minerva. Not that he had her now, but she was here in the castle. And he had wasted six months; he wouldn’t waste whatever time they did have together. But, Albus reminded himself, he must not stand in the way of her getting out of the castle when she could. Even if Quin weren’t the wizard for her, she needed to take every opportunity to meet someone appropriate who could appreciate her and give her the love she deserved. And someone whom she could love . . . .

Albus got ready for bed and sat up for a while reading one of the novels he had borrowed from Minerva’s room. He hadn’t made any time to read as he had told her he would, so was only on the third chapter. He wanted to be able to return it to her and tell her that he’d taken her advice. That wouldn’t happen tomorrow . . . perhaps he could arrange a little surprise for her in the morning, though. A little “welcome home” to show her that he valued her and that he hadn’t forgotten his promise to her. He extinguished the lamps and settled down to sleep, thinking about how best to welcome Minerva home in the morning. The prospect of seeing her chased away any residual melancholy, and he drifted off with a smile on his face.

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Minerva took a deep breath of the fresh air and turned to look out over the gardens. There were small fairy lights set at intervals along the paths, not enough to provide true illumination, but the effect was a pretty one.

“So, deserted again, darling? And still so early in the evening . . . such a pity.”

Valerianna’s affected speech caused Minerva’s skin to crawl. She turned to face the older witch, who was a dark shadow framed by the light from the ballroom beyond.

“Not at all; I’m merely taking a bit of air,” Minerva responded, remembering her resolve not to rise to Valerianna’s bait.

“Cormac is a hot-blooded young Irish wizard; it does not surprise me that he might seek more . . . agreeable company.” Minerva could hear the sneer in Valerianna’s voice, but before she could reply, the other witch continued, “Unlike the old Headmaster at your school, who may find it quite pleasant to have the unthreatening, sycophantic company of a . . . witch such as yourself. A nice . . . little . . . pet kitten. But who strokes whom, that was always my question.”

Minerva felt almost nauseated. “I do not know what you think you’re implying, Madam Yaxley, but Professor Dumbledore does not require sycophants, as you seem to, and I am no one’s pet.”

“Ah, me, then it is worse than I had thought, poor old fellow,” she said, feigning distress. “But perhaps you are well-suited, after all – you’re a cold fish and he’s . . . well, I shan’t tell tales out of school!” She cackled as though she thought she’d said something particularly funny.

“I have no idea what you are talking about, and it is quite clear that you don’t, either, but I will not hear another bad word about the Headmaster.” Minerva was fairly shaking, any attempts at calming herself a failure.

“Oh, I believe you will . . . quite a few of them, my dear. And not all from me. Does that grizzled old charlatan still have you convinced that he is universally loved?” The older witch clucked her tongue. “But I suppose that’s not surprising . . . do you know that when I heard him speak of you, I thought you’d be something special? And then I do a little investigation of my own, and what do I discover but that you’re just another Ministry-hag-in-the-making, too good for the wizards in your Department, of course. And still I had to hear him talk – on and on – about you. His little kitten. And the way he always wanted to take time to see you when he was in London visiting me . . . well, I was enough for him and I made sure he knew it.” Valerianna stepped further out onto the balcony, and Minerva could make out her face, its expression contorted into one of disgust.

“Really? He never speaks of you,” Minerva responded coldly.

Valerianna’s eye twitched. “I was too much witch for him, my dear – as you well know,” she spat. “And now I meet you in the flesh, and I still see nothing special, just a jumped-up little chit, no better than a – a – Mudblood, and an icy one, at that! No wonder he’ll have you around, the pitiful, old, dried-up – ”

Valerianna didn’t finish what she was about to say about Albus, because, simultaneously, Quin appeared behind her and pulled her roughly toward the door, and Minerva drew her wand from the folds of her robe and pointed it at her.

“I don’t know what you think you’re doin’ here, Anna, but from what I just heard, nothin’ good.” Quin turned to Minerva, who was still pointing her wand at the older witch. “Come, love. You don’t need that stick.” Quin waved a hand and the two drinks that had been floating behind him settled on a small, low table.

Minerva lowered her wand some, but didn’t put it away. Heart pounding in her chest, she was blistering with outrage that that witch, someone whom Albus had apparently once valued in some way, could dare say anything bad about him. Valerianna had been privileged just to know him, and she dared betray him with those vicious words. Minerva gave her wand a subtle flick.

Quin came around in front of Valerianna. “Come, Minerva, my sweet Minerva, she’s not worth your breath or your thought,” he whispered, putting an arm around her and turning her away from the still sneering witch. He guided her toward the edge of the balcony, then leaned toward her and, in a low whisper, said, “Shall we play?” He ran a hand down her right arm, encouraging her to pocket her wand. “You don’t need that with me here, love.”

Quin caressed Minerva’s face with his left hand, pulling her into an embrace with his right. His breath tickled in her ear. “Is she still there?”

Minerva turned her head slightly to look past him; the witch still stood in the doorway, a looming shadow between them and the ballroom. She looked up at him, angry tears in her eyes, and nodded slightly.

Quin kissed her forehead, whispering again, “Shall we play, then?”

Minerva put her right arm around his waist and raised her left to his shoulder, then tilted her head to meet his kiss. Quin’s lips touched hers as he pulled her closer. He kissed her and kissed her again, his right hand warm on the skin of her back, his left hand cradling her head. Minerva held him more tightly, parting her lips to return his kisses, to venture into his mouth, to stroke his tongue with her own. Quin pulled away with a slight moan, only to return to kiss her neck. Minerva was breathing heavily, and as his lips touched a sensitive spot on her throat, she gasped and pushed herself even closer to him, threading her arm under his robe.

Quin’s kisses trailed up to her ear, and he whispered, “Is she gone yet?”

Minerva had forgotten their audience for a moment; she opened her eyes and moved her head to look toward the door. Blinking, she realised that Valerianna was gone, but there was another witch standing in the doorway. She swallowed.

“Yes, yes, she is,” she said softly.

Quin gently released her from his hold, then stepped back slightly, raising a hand to her face, smiling and wiping a single tear from her cheek. “I think perhaps we may have made an impression of our own.”

At Minerva’s distracted expression, he frowned slightly, then turned, following her gaze. There was Gertrude, the silver in her dress and jewellery reflecting the light, but her face unreadable in the shadows of the balcony.

Note: Let me know what you think!

[MinervaMcGonagall]

I love the story. I can not wait for the next installment.

I can't believe Valerianna, but i do want to see more of her.

[Alesia]

Damn, what a fabulous update!

Valerianna has no sense of politics because if she did then she won't have announced her engagement when she did and if she had wanted to bait and embarrass Minerva she would have done it in the ballroom where others could see her and not on the balcony where they were alone.

I so hope Quin was just reacting to the physical because although I adore Quin, I would hate to see him hurt by Minerva accidentally because she needs him at the time when her heart truly belongs to Albus.

And Gertie well, that was interesting. As a Slytherin she should understand manipulation and therefore Minerva and Quin’s actions, but as Albus's long time friend I am sure that scene wasn't pleasant for her.

What I found really interesting was Albus's thought about not wanting to be at the Ball with Valerianna and Minerva but with Gertie as well. Did they really date at one point I wonder?

Minerva's dance with the Minister was spectacular. Obviously Gertie had been telling him about Minerva and hopefully how wonderful she is for Albus. He obviously approved.

This is still grand and I love it wholeheartedly.

[esoterica1693]

Wonderful! Go, Quin! Valerianna is quite the evil hag, and, as others have said, clueless.
I particularly loved Robert. If he is his mother's son, then Gertie is Good.

[FireBird]

First of all, thank you very much for the quick update!
Interesting, very interesting. It seems to me as if every little remark the characters make, particularly the ones Minerva doesn't completely understand, are pieces to a puzzles. If the pieces were just put together properly, I have the feeling most of the questions would be answered.
I'm more worries about Quin and Minerva, now, though, after their actions on the balcony. Gertie's appearance definitely qualifies as a cliffhanger, I'm hoping to see her reaction in the next chapter. The sooner you'll update, the happier I will be.

[MMADfan]

I'm glad people are enjoying the chappie! We have ten votes in the "Gertie Gamp, Good or Evil" poll -- if you want to vote, go here.

Thanks, everyone, for your reviews!

tigerlime said:

Interesting, very interesting. It seems to me as if every little remark the characters make, particularly the ones Minerva doesn't completely understand, are pieces to a puzzles. If the pieces were just put together properly, I have the feeling most of the questions would be answered.
I'm more worries about Quin and Minerva, now, though, after their actions on the balcony. Gertie's appearance definitely qualifies as a cliffhanger, I'm hoping to see her reaction in the next chapter.

You're right about the clues and puzzle pieces . . . I hope to update within the week. I'm glad you appreciate the cliffie! ;D

esoterica1693 said:

Wonderful! Go, Quin! Valerianna is quite the evil hag, and, as others have said, clueless.
I particularly loved Robert. If he is his mother's son, then Gertie is Good.

Interesting that you look at Robert for clues to Gertie's character. And Valerianna . . . she is nasty, isn't she? As for Quin, I'm glad you liked him stepping in to "help" -- I wonder if Valerianna still thinks that Minerva is a cold fish?

alesia said:

Valerianna has no sense of politics because if she did then she won't have announced her engagement when she did and if she had wanted to bait and embarrass Minerva she would have done it in the ballroom where others could see her and not on the balcony where they were alone.

I so hope Quin was just reacting to the physical because although I adore Quin, I would hate to see him hurt by Minerva accidentally because she needs him at the time when her heart truly belongs to Albus.

And Gertie well, that was interesting. As a Slytherin she should understand manipulation and therefore Minerva and Quin’s actions, but as Albus's long time friend I am sure that scene wasn't pleasant for her.

What I found really interesting was Albus's thought about not wanting to be at the Ball with Valerianna and Minerva but with Gertie as well. Did they really date at one point I wonder?

Minerva's dance with the Minister was spectacular. Obviously Gertie had been telling him about Minerva and hopefully how wonderful she is for Albus. He obviously approved.

Let's see, Valerianna: she miscalculated the effect of her announcement, mainly because she was so focussed on her obsessive resentment of Albus and, by extension, Minerva, that she didn't think clearly. She wouldn't want to embarrass herself, and remind others who were "in the know," so she wouldn't have attacked Minerva in quite the same way in public. Her remarks would have been more subtle and catty and less openly nasty.
Quin: glad you're concerned about him. That's sweet. He has been a good friend to Minerva, and will continue to be.
Gertie: we shall see, won't we?
Albus: we'll learn more.
The minister: who knows what he heard and from whom? He has, however, heard that she is quite clever . . . . ;D

minervamcgonagall said:

I love the story. I can not wait for the next installment.

I can't believe Valerianna, but i do want to see more of her.

I'm glad you're enjoying it. We'll learn more about Valerianna, of course, but Quin is going to do his best to keep Minerva away from her for the rest of the evening!

I'm happy folks are continuing to like "RaM"!

Don't forget to vote in the "Gertie Gamp, Good or Evil" poll!

[twinkle]

This chapter, once again, was really great.
And perhaps, by one accident or the other ^^ Albus' re-designed lists might appear again?
Anyway, I'd like to know what he wrote... but as I know you, we will eventually find out... in your own time^^.

The scene on the balcony was rather interesting and you left us with an evil cliffie. I just thought: "Hey, you can't stop here! I want to know how Gertie will react!!!" And I was three years old again and stomping my foot ;o))

That translates into: Go on, go on, go on.
I'm an addict to this story by now.

[MMADfan]

twinkle said:

This chapter, once again, was really great.
And perhaps, by one accident or the other ^^ Albus' re-designed lists might appear again?
Anyway, I'd like to know what he wrote... but as I know you, we will eventually find out... in your own time^^.

The scene on the balcony was rather interesting and you left us with an evil cliffie. I just thought: "Hey, you can't stop here! I want to know how Gertie will react!!!" And I was three years old again and stomping my foot ;o))

That translates into: Go on, go on, go on.
I'm an addict to this story by now.

Yup, you're right . . . you'll find out as the story unfolds. In "RaM-time," I like to think of it! *grin*
Glad you thought it was an evil cliffie -- I was hoping it would give a nice little sense of suspense there at the end. ;D

I'm working on the next chapter and hope it'll be up sometime this week.

Thanks for reviewing!!!

[PiER]

I reread a few chapters and couldn't help but notice Robert has auburn hair. That is not significant in anyway is it? You know I'm not the sharpest tool so once again any subtle hints need to be explained...

I love Quin and the fact that he resembles my beloved Pierce is just the icing on the cake! (I know that I am destined to be the future Mrs Bond, if anyone can tame a double-0 agent it's me ;D)

I seem to have strayed from the topic slightly. Gertrude, Gertie, the Gizzy ;D My, my, my what a cliffie! I simply cannot wait to see how she reacts! Sweet Mother of Merlin my cheeks are sore from my grinning with barely concealed excitement!

But I must admit I was hoping for more of a showdown between Val and Min. Will there be more to come?

Oh and I do hope word gets back to Albus about Quin and Min. Jealousy is a marvelous emotion and always makes for a most enjoyable read!

PiER

[MMADfan]

pier said:

I reread a few chapters and couldn't help but notice Robert has auburn hair. That is not significant in anyway is it? You know I'm not the sharpest tool so once again any subtle hints need to be explained...

I love Quin and the fact that he resembles my beloved Pierce is just the icing on the cake! (I know that I am destined to be the future Mrs Bond, if anyone can tame a double-0 agent it's me ;D)

I seem to have strayed from the topic slightly. Gertrude, Gertie, the Gizzy ;D My, my, my what a cliffie! I simply cannot wait to see how she reacts! Sweet Mother of Merlin my cheeks are sore from my grinning with barely concealed excitement!

But I must admit I was hoping for more of a showdown between Val and Min. Will there be more to come?

Oh and I do hope word gets back to Albus about Quin and Min. Jealousy is a marvelous emotion and always makes for a most enjoyable read!

PiER

Ya know, I don't think there's a thing I can address in your review that wouldn't spoil the future story. But I ask you, do I usually do the expected? ;D Glad you like the cliffie. I love writing cliffies more than I like encountering them when I read fanfic! *grin* I am glad that you like Quin, though!

[laundry basket]

Aaah! An update! *squeals* lol.

I absoloutely loved it! Valeriana is still tasteless- how dare she talk about Albus that way! Oh, but I was was convulsing with laughter when Gertie saw them on the balcony- I know it's probably not good, but oh! It was so darned funny! But that was an evil cliffhanger. I so want to see what she thought of that little display. But really, of I wasn't an ADMM shipper I'd be rooting for Minerva and Quin to get together lol.

Also, I really liked Alroy. He was so sweet! Telling Min she was the prettiest and the nicest lady in the room- awww! So cute. He'll grow up to be a great person.

So, I am eagerly awaiting the next update!

[MinervaMcGonagall]

Can you please kill Valerianna off? Lol.

[elivania]

Oh holy buckets. This chapter was amazing! I love how you're giving Minerva (and by fault, the readers) the history of Albus and Gertie in bits and pieces of vague recounts. Brilliantly done and Quin...*huggles* he's wonderful but I still feel like he's falling in love with her even though I know he's only supposed to be her friend. I'm probably just a hopeless romantic.

Albus' section was very touching. Wonderful job.

I can't wait for Gertie's reaction!
*Eli*

[Hogwarts Duo]

Good Lord this was a busy chapter!!!! You sure do know how to write an intense set of events and keep me on the edge of my seat!

I absolutely adore Robert and Alroy. I truly believe they are the most innocent, trusting and forthright persons at the estate this particular weekend. Robert actually had me in stitches when he compared his candor to that of his mother. That was rich! I find Gertie to be anything but candid in her chats with Minerva but I’m glad her son obviously took after his father…tee hee.

Alroy is just a little darling and no doubt he’s going to be a heartbreaker when he grows up. His flattery of Minerva was very sweet and I love how she accepted it but also reminded him that his charm wouldn’t work so easily on her at Hogwarts when the situation would be much different. He’s just too cute for words…awwww.

I absolutely adored the section where we get to see Albus and how he's glad he's not there at the ball surrounded by his 'harem' of women LOL. I'm sure things would have turned out much differently if he'd been there...sigh. His feelings were very palpable in this section and it makes me want to reach out and give him a huge hug!!!

Valerianna…well there are a lot of ugly words that I could call her but that wouldn’t get us anywhere. She’s just a nasty piece of work and she obviously has the wrong end of the stick. She has assumed a lot more about Albus and Minerva than what’s actually there but I believe she also will be a source of enlightenment for Minerva, if she’ll only pay attention to what she heard. Valerianna’s comments about Albus wanting to spend time with Minerva when he was in London and how he went on and on about her…that’s gotta count for something in Min’s mind. If she’ll only stop flirting so much with Quin and actually think on it….ugh.

At first I was relieved that Quin returned when he did but then his halo quickly fell off and was crushed on the floor when he and Minerva decided to ‘play’ only this time it went beyond that. There were so many ways he could have offered a diversion for Minerva (dancing, change of scenery, even a few remarks towards Valerianna on Min’s behalf) and yet he chose the physical diversion. To say my little ADMM shipper heart was not amused would be an understatement of enormous proportions!

Minerva fell just a little too easily into his arms and returned his kiss with way too much passion and aggression. I understand being charged on adrenaline but if she truly loved Albus as she proclaims, you’d think she wouldn’t have fallen so willingly and effortless into another man’s arms.

It will be really interesting to see what Gertie has to say to Minerva and probably Quin too since he was involved in that little charade!

Keep up the awesome work and the frequent updates. This GLM must be FED!!! ;D

[Jessabelle]

This is fantastic!

Quite frankly, Valerianna is losing her touch. I have some (a very small amount of) sympathy for Flint. It seems as though he has been roped into a marriage he was hardly ready for. I agree with the fact that their relationship seems it can serve as one of convenience and could benefit both in their professional/social lives. However, I think Flint has gotten himself into more then he bargained for.

Yeehaw, Min and Quin! I am so excited for them. I am, of course, a MMAD shipper, but it doesn't mean I don't enjoy reading about them having to travel a rocky road to finally find each other. I wholeheartedly hope that something develops between Minerva and Quin for a short time.

Gertie has me completely confused and I cannot wait to find out more about her and her motives. I initially felt that she was aware of Albus' feelings towards Minerva and her loyalty, among other character traits, were causing her to react to Minerva and Quin's "play" a tad differently then if it had been a different women. However, after thinking on it a bit longer, I have begun to wonder if she thinks that Quin is investing more in Minerva then she realizes or will be able to reciprocate, seeing as how her heart belongs with Albus. Either way, I am excited to see how it is revealed and the results. And, I am especially anxious to see what expression she is wearing after discovering the two 'actors' on the balcony.

Albus is cute! I think it would have been interesting to see the antics that would have arisen had he gone to the ball, but truthfully I am glad that he did not expose himself to it because it probably could have turned out rather badly, especially for his relationship with Minerva and there is already a lot of drama brewing there!

I hope that Minerva and Quin chat about Alroy's talents with animals soon!

Your dialogue is fantastic and I enjoy how you portray the canon characters as well as those you have created to compliment/contrast those in existence.

I am sorry I have not replied to your posts in so long. I have enjoyed them immensely, but often find myself without time to read one update at once, let alone respond.

Thank-you for writing and sharing such a captivating story. Update again soon!
- Jess

[MMADfan]

I should have a new chappie up later today -- we will get to see what happens with -- dunn-dun-dun - dun - DUN -DUN! -- Gertie when she steps out onto the balcony and encounters Quin and Minerva in a rather "friendly" position! ;D

I'd love to see more votes in the Gertie Gamp poll over in the "Polls" forum. There are ten votes so far, and it'd be terrific if there were a few more. (Of course, maybe other folks haven't got an opinion on her! LOL)

I'm going off to shine up the chapter before posting! Thanks to everyone who is leaving comments!

[MMADfan]

Posted in two parts because of length.

LXXV: The End of the Party

“Quin, could you fetch me a drink, please.” It wasn’t a request, but a directive.

“O’ course, Gertie.” But he turned and looked at Minerva, raising his eyebrow questioningly.

“It’s fine, Quin . . . go,” she said softly.

Minerva turned and looked out over the garden, resting her hands on the cool balustrade. Her mind was a blank; after the rush of adrenaline from her encounter with Valerianna, followed so quickly by Quin’s very convincing kiss, she couldn’t think. There was still a part of her that could have wept with anger, but she kept a tight hold on herself.

As Quin crossed the balcony, Gertrude said, “No need to rush, Quin.”

The wizard didn’t respond, but Minerva heard his steps falter as he hesitated before proceeding to the ballroom. She hadn’t heard Gertrude move, so she was surprised when the older witch appeared beside her.

“Are you all right, Minerva?” she asked gently.

“Fine. . . fine.” Minerva tried to remember her Occlumency exercises, tried to calm her breathing. She wasn’t fine. That dreadful witch, the things she had said . . . Minerva couldn’t get them out of her head, yet she couldn’t quite grasp them, either. How dare she speak of Albus in that way? She turned her head away from Gertrude and closed her eyes a moment. As she tried to gather herself, she was surprised to feel Gertrude’s hand gently rest on her shoulder. Had she spared it a thought, she would have believed that the older witch would have been upset to find her in a passionate embrace with Quin.

“From the look on Valerianna’s face as she left the balcony, may I assume that Quin was assisting you with her just now?”

Minerva just nodded. She thought she really would be fine as long as she didn’t have to speak. She didn’t know whether she wanted Gertrude to go and leave her alone or to stay and talk to her.

“Good. . . .” Gertrude let out a sigh. “I saw Valerianna from across the ballroom when she came out onto the balcony, but I didn’t know you were here. I should have realised when I saw that she was alone . . . but when I saw Quin headed here with two drinks in tow, I followed. . . .” She squeezed her shoulder gently. “What did she say?”

“Just rubbish,” Minerva replied quietly, her voice cracking slightly.

“Minerva, I know that you have not always seen me as an ally – ” At Minerva’s shake of her head, Gertrude said, “It’s true, Minerva, and it’s all right. But I want you to know that I did not want you to be hurt.”

“What did you want, then, Gertie?” Minerva asked, not looking at the older witch. “Why did you invite me here? As you say, we have never been . . . particularly friendly, although I have always respected you. Your invitation was unexpected, and now it still remains unexplained. That person must have something to do with it. . . . Why am I here, Gertie?”

“You are here, I imagine, because you were curious. As to why I invited you . . . it is not simple. Or perhaps it is. I saw you at lunch and you looked distressed. I had been present when Albus so obliviously dismissed you without rescheduling your appointment. It was apparent to me as the term progressed that you were under some nervous strain. You were handling your classes well, however, and as Deputy Headmistress, I had no reason to approach you about it, particularly given our somewhat distant relationship. I hoped that it was just a matter of becoming used to living at Hogwarts as an adult, which can require a period of adjustment, especially after living in London and working at the Ministry. But when I saw you at lunch . . . the thought occurred to me that it might be good for you to get away from Hogwarts for a bit. Gain some perspective. After I arrived home that afternoon, I thought that perhaps if I were to invite you for a visit, I might be able to speak to you in a way that would be difficult to do at Hogwarts. And so, thinking that a change and some distance might do you good, and that an opportunity for the two of us to get to know each other would be even better, I decided to invite you down. I thought you might enjoy meeting Quin, as well . . . I believed chances were even that you would decline, actually.” As Gertrude finished speaking, she withdrew her hand from Minerva’s shoulder, but did not move away.

Minerva listened silently, looking out at the fairy lights dotting the garden paths. There was more to it than that . . . she felt that Gertrude was being truthful, but not fully honest. But what question could she ask to get the answer that she needed?

“Why this week? Why not invite me to come down over the next weekend, after everyone else was gone? I asked about Valerianna and you said nothing about her in your answer.”

The witch hesitated. “As I told you Monday morning, it has not been my place to speak to you of Valerianna. Her . . . attempt at a relationship with Albus, while not precisely common knowledge, was not clandestine when it occurred. . . . You would hear of it eventually. While I wanted you to know of the witch’s existence, Minerva, I did not want you to be hurt by her.”

“Why not just invite me to tea at any point during the term and tell me these things?”

“Minerva, you do know yourself fairly well, I believe. How do you think you would have reacted if I had invited you to tea and inquired after the state of your nerves?”

Minerva was silent a moment. “I would have told you that I was well, of course. As I still would, if you were to ask.” Minerva quirked a rueful smile to herself. Even now, she would not tell Gertrude, who had already told her she believed she was under some nervous strain, that she had felt on the edge of a precipice by the end of the term. And she most assuredly would not tell her why. “And as for Valerianna . . . ?”

“I would not have told you about her under other circumstances. As I have said, it wasn’t my place. But now you do know about her – and as more than just an abstract fact, but as a living, breathing witch.”

That seemed hardly an adequate explanation to Minerva, but she doubted that she would receive any better one, and perhaps Gertie didn’t even have one. She also wanted to ask about Gertie’s relationship with Albus, and whether it had anything to do with her invitation, but she didn’t know how to frame such a question . . . but if her motivations did have something to do with Albus, perhaps another sort of question might elicit a clue or two. “And Quin? Has he anything to do with why you invited me?”

“Quin I thought you would enjoy spending time with, that’s all. Now I have answered your questions, but you have not answered the one I asked you.”

“She . . .” Minerva hesitated, knowing precisely what question she had not answered. “It wasn’t even what she said. It was the way she said it, and somehow . . . she was implying something nasty.”

“That’s not a surprise, as she is a nasty woman. But go on.”

“Just some awful things about Albus, the way she described him was just . . . she said that she was too much witch for him. And that she had had to listen to him talk about me, but that I was nothing special. It sounds so . . . benign now, but the way she said it, it sounded dreadful. She made it sound like I was some sycophantic, repressed witch, and as though Albus . . . as though he needed someone to worship him, and I filled the bill somehow. She made it sound deviant, too, and sordid, though I don’t know how.”

“Valerianna was bitter about it when Albus broke things off with her; she identifies you with him, in her mind. She would say whatever it took to disturb you, I think, simply because of that. I am surprised you didn’t hex her. I would have had trouble restraining myself, to be honest.” Gertrude’s tone was harsh as she uttered those last words.

“Well . . . I drew my wand. But Quin arrived.” Minerva’s hesitation was palpable. “I actually couldn’t restrain myself, I’m afraid. But I didn’t hex her . . . it was just a little charm. I’m sorry, Gertie, I know I shouldn’t have cast anything at all – ”

“What charm?” Gertrude interrupted, sounding more curious than distressed by Minerva’s admitted breech of etiquette.

“Fairly soon, her shoes will be very uncomfortable. . . . It was a slow-shrinking charm. She won’t notice it at first. It was just a little jinx. And on her shoes, not on her person.” One did not attend a party and hex another guest, regardless of the provocation, but Minerva could see Gertie’s grin, and added, “I would have charmed her robes to enlarge, but I thought we should all be spared that sight.”

“No, indeed, I would prefer not to have to see that, as well.” Gertie grinned widely. “But don’t worry about it, Minerva. She richly deserves far more than the little discomfort you may have visited on her. But I do think you might want to avoid being alone the rest of the night.”

“No problem with that,” Quin’s voice came from behind them. “I’ll do a better job o’ lookin’ after the lass for you, Gertrude.” He looked from one witch to the other. “Since you’re both standin’ there lookin’ fairly chipper, may I assume I am not in any trouble with you, Gertie?”

“Should you be?” she asked.

“Oh, probably for somethin’, but ’twould be hard for me to pinpoint exactly what,” he answered, handing her a glass. “I hope I wasn’t too hasty in my return?”

“No, but now I am even thirstier, Quin,” Minerva answered him, then smiled when he gave her the drink he had brought her earlier.

“Some kind of fizzy cherry-flavoured drink,” he said “No alcohol, as requested.”

“Mmm. This is good, but now I feel as though I could use something stiffer.”

“Well, how about another dance, instead?” he suggested. “The musicians were taking a break, but they’re about to start up again.”

“That sounds like an excellent idea, Minerva,” Gertrude said encouragingly.

Minerva hesitated. She didn’t want to have to see that awful witch again, but on the other hand, she didn’t want to let Valerianna think that she had succeeded in devastating her, either. Besides, Valierianna’s shoes were probably becoming quite tight by now. She’d like to see the results of her wand-work. Minerva set her empty glass down and took Quin’s arm.

“I would love another dance, Quin, thank you.”

As Minerva and Quin danced, she looked around for Valerianna and chuckled when she saw the witch limping toward the door, Flint at her side. She clearly hadn’t figured out why her feet hurt. Minerva wondered whether she had the sense to use a Finite Incantatum before the shoes rubbed her toes raw. In an uncharacteristic moment of schadenfreude, she hoped Valerianna was too distracted by her own resentment and bitterness to realise that her shoes had been jinxed.

“So, you are all right now, Minerva?” Quin asked.

“Yes. That witch . . . she really is one of the most obnoxious people whom I’ve ever met.”

“She wasn’t always that bad, Minerva. She used to have a kind of brittle wit and charm to her; it had eroded into mere polish with no shine over the last few years, but I thought she had mellowed some since she’d latched onto Franky. Seeing you seemed to bring out her most abrasive side.” He held her a little more closely and spoke into her ear.

Minerva snorted. “She should simply ignore me, then. It’s as though she gets a perverse pleasure out of her resentment.”

“Perhaps . . . I didn’t hear all that she said to you, obviously, but I think that we may have at least dispelled any notion that you are ‘icy.’”

“She started out her nastiness by saying quite openly that you had abandoned me in the search for a willing witch.”

“She is a fool as well as obnoxious, then. Do you know that she propositioned me this evening?” At Minerva’s astounded expression, he said, barely loudly enough for her to hear him over the music, “She left out that little detail, I see. That’s part o’ what bothered her about our performance, I’m sure. Yes, within a short time of announcing her engagement, Anna was tryin’ to get another wizard into her bed. I think she thought to do it in order to injure you, I suppose, but she’d never had any success with me before, so I don’t know what she thought had changed. She did seem to think that I would find it . . . titillatin’ to make love to another wizard’s fiancée, no strings attached, just sneakin’ off for a quickie.” He shuddered at the thought.

“But Francis . . .”

“Likely had no idea what she was up to. Though I don’t know if it would have come as a surprise to him.”

“I don’t understand these people at all. Not at all.” She shook her head.

“Theirs is a marriage of convenience, no matter what Anna may say about their ‘joy,’ I see only two people who are each usin’ the other for pragmatic reasons. O’ course, Anna always does seem to enjoy her men, particularly ones younger than she, so, although I cringe to speculate on their private life, I imagine that he also satisfies certain of her other needs.”

“Oh, Quin, I really did not need that image in my mind!”

“Sorry, love. But she only understands relationships between men and women on those two levels – how they might exploit one another and . . . how they might, um, serve one another, so to speak. She no doubt thinks you and I are in such a relationship – and you and Dumbledore, for that matter. The exploitation part of it, I mean.”

Minerva stiffened at the mention of Albus. “I think we have exhausted this topic. It’s beginning to nauseate me. Literally. It’s not a suitable topic for the dance floor.”

“Sorry, love.” He changed the subject to Alroy, telling Minerva proudly what a positive impression his son had made on the Minister for Magical Transportation. For all his not seeming to care about whether he was accepted by society or not, Quin clearly was glad that his son was becoming what he called a “respectable wizard.” “And he mentioned you, too, Minerva. Said he understood now why that school o’ yours was willing to wait for you to take the job.”

“Ah, I wondered why he’d known who I was. The Ministry wasn’t entirely happy that I was leaving, I’m afraid. They felt they’d made an investment and I should have been honoured to spend the rest of my days there. Not everyone, of course.” Minerva didn’t tell Quin what she’d told the minister. Let him think that Tapper had come to an unalloyed positive impression of Alroy entirely on his own.

“May I cut in?”

Quin turned and looked at Robert. “You’ve already danced with me escort more than I have tonight, Robert,” he grumbled good-naturedly. “But if the lady wishes?”

“Of course, Robert, thank you.”

A moment later, Minerva saw Gertie take Quin by the arm and lead him off to the side of the room.

“So, did your mother send you to dance with me?” Minerva was slightly annoyed.

“She said she wanted to talk to Quin, but she told me something of what happened earlier. I thought you’d prefer dancing . . . but if you’d rather not, we could sit it out and wait for Quin.” Robert looked uncomfortable. “Or if you’d prefer to dance with someone else . . .”

“No, I appreciate it, thank you, Robert. I suppose I’m just feeling a bit . . . passed about.”

“I’m sorry. Mother said that Valerianna had left, but that she might be back. I agreed that you should have a friend at hand in case she decided to approach you again.”

“Did she tell you what the witch said?”

“No, just that she upset you deliberately. I do not know her well, myself, for all that she’s a cousin, but from what Mother has said of her, she sounds nasty and manipulative.”

“I don’t know her well, either, but she is nasty and manipulative. You needn’t have a close acquaintance with the woman to discover that.”

The music picked up in both pace and volume, and so the two danced without speaking until Minerva signalled Robert that she needed to sit for a while. Her feet hurt after so much dancing. No doubt that’s what Valerianna initially thought her problem was when her shoes began to get tight. Minerva felt only a slight satisfaction at that thought. She and Flint hadn’t reappeared since disappearing from the ballroom fifteen or twenty minutes before.

As they made their way over to where Quin and Gertie were sitting, heads together, Minerva saw Columbine approach Gertrude, a concerned expression on her face. Gertie was smiling slightly and shaking her head, but she got up and followed her mother out of the ballroom.

“What was that all about?” Minerva asked Quin as he stood.

“What? You mean Columbine? Valerianna is believin’ that someone here has hexed her. She and Gertrude went to sort it out. You wouldn’t happen to know anythin’ about that, would you now?” He raised an eyebrow, suppressing a grin.

Minerva took the chair that Gertie had vacated, and the two wizards sat on either side of her.

Minerva looked at him, deadpan expression on her face. “I have cast no hexes tonight, Quin.” She glanced at Robert, then said, “A charm perhaps . . . but not on Valerianna.”

“A charm? An’ what charm would that be, Professor?” Quin asked.

“Just a little spell. But not on her. On her shoes.”

“Her shoes?” Robert looked confused.

“A shrinking charm. A slow-shrinking charm.” Minerva smirked, as did the two men. “She probably just thought she’d been on her feet too long.”

“I saw her hobblin’ out o’ here a while ago, leanin’ on her fiancée’s arm. Thought she’d turned her ankle. I didn’t see you castin’ anythin’, though,” Quin said.

“It’s a simple charm, and I certainly had no problem forming the intent, I was so angry with her, so it didn’t take more than a little flick.”

“Uncle Albus always said you were talented and clever.” Robert smiled. “He didn’t mention your temper.”

“Well, he was my professor. I tried to keep my temper under control in front of my teachers, after all.”

“True . . . but you stayed in touch.”

“Yes, yes, we did.” Minerva thought she might as well be bold and ask Robert a question that had been on her mind since she met him. “You call him ‘Uncle Albus’; is he related to you?”

“I’ve just known him ever since I can remember; Mother felt it would be disrespectful for a child to address an adult by their first name, so he said I could call him ‘Uncle Albus.’ It stuck.” Robert smiled. “And I couldn’t love him more if he were my uncle. And after Father was killed, he . . . I wouldn’t say he took his place, no one could do that. My father was an extraordinary man, Minerva.” He sighed. “But Uncle Albus was there for me when I needed a man to talk to, a grown wizard. I had my teachers at school, of course, but that’s different. And I always knew that Uncle Albus cared about me – about us both. He was also a friend of my Grandfather Crouch’s when they were in school, and he and Mother had worked together before she and Father moved to Berlin, so I do feel he is as much a part of my family as Mother is.”

“They worked together before Hogwarts? I hadn’t known that. I knew Albus had asked her to come teach at Hogwarts, of course, and that they had known each other before that.”

“It wasn’t a formal working relationship, but he was doing some alchemical research involving the use of Arithmancy, and it was something Mother was interested in at the time, so they collaborated some. I don’t know much more about it than that.”

“I see . . . ” Minerva suppressed a sigh. No wonder they were so close. They had known each other longer than she’d even been alive. And Albus had been a friend of Robert’s grandfather. She wondered if his grandfather had known hers. “My grandfather was a friend of Albus’s when they were in school, but my grandfather was killed in an accident when my father was a baby, so I never knew him. Do you suppose your grandfather would remember him?”

“Grandfather died three years ago of paralytic magical morbilliac fever.”

“Oh, I’m so sorry.” That was a dreadful disease, rarely seen anymore.

“He went quickly, once he became ill, thank goodness.”

“What do you do, Robert?”

“I have an apothecary.” He smiled shyly at her. “Thanks to you, in fact.”

Minerva was mystified. “Me?”

“Mmm. Uncle Albus used you as an example of why it’s never too late to start an apprenticeship. Of course, I had some difficulties, since Thea and I were married. Her father’s a Potions Master, and I’d been working in his apothecary for some time, but he didn’t feel it would be prudent to take me on as an apprentice, and so I had to find another Master to take me on. Fortunately, between him and Albus, I was able to find one in Utrecht, and I could Apparate back and forth daily. That was important. Your brother’s Murdoch McGonagall, isn’t he?”

“Yes, yes, he is. You know him?”

“Only slightly. Just the way Potions Masters know one another, you know.”

“Do you know Rudolf Brauer?”

“Heidelberg. Owns three apothecaries and turns out the best-trained Masters in Germany. Good wizard. I’ve actually collaborated with him on a few new potions recently. You know him from your apprenticeship in Heidelberg, I presume?”

“Yes.” Minerva hesitated. “Yes, I knew him then. I am glad to hear he’s doing so well, opening a third apothecary.” Minerva felt a twinge of wistfulness, thinking of Rudolf, a big bear of a man who had loved her more than she had been able to love him. When he was serious, there was no one more so, yet when he smiled or laughed . . . . And she had been able to make him laugh, until it became clear to him that she was not going to marry him, or even just stay with him in Germany. He never understood why, and she hadn’t been able to tell him; she hadn’t even been able to explain it to herself. Now, of course, she could acknowledge that she could never have loved him enough and that she could not envision living so far from Albus, even though they would never be together. But it had been the right decision, even if only for Rudolf’s sake. And now she was at Hogwarts, with Albus, and their friendship was growing stronger. Albus . . . . she forced her thoughts away from him, away from the longing and despair that seemed the inevitable companions of even her happiest thoughts of Albus.

She turned to Quin. “You were complaining earlier about not having enough dances with me. Here’s your chance!” She smiled at him.

“Well, p’raps I’m too tired now!” But he stood and held out his hand.

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Part 2 of 2 parts. See the previous post for the first part of the message.

LXXV: The End of the Party, continued

As they danced, Quin leaned in closer. “So, I detected a hint o’ somethin’ just now. Is it that Rudolf fellow . . . is he the impossible one who is breakin’ your heart?”

“What? No, no. If there was any heart-breaking going on, it was my fault.”

“Mmm. I see.”

As they danced, Minerva saw Gertrude reenter the ballroom without her mother. She pointed it out to Quin.

He said, “Looks like she cleared things up, or she’d be draggin’ us out o’ here.”

“She is watching us, though,” Minerva remarked.

“So she is,” Quin replied laconically.

“What did she want to talk to you about?”

“This and that.”

“That is not an answer,” Minerva said sharply, tired of all of the non-answers she’d been getting.

“It’s not a conversation for the dance floor, either, as you pointed out to me, earlier.”

“Then let’s not dance.” Minerva stopped abruptly and stepped away from Quin.

“All right, calm yourself, now; you’ve had a hard evenin’, but we can talk,” he said soothingly. “Come, it’s some fresh air that’ll do you good.”

Minerva took his arm, seeing the sense in what he said, and not wanting to make a scene over nothing. He led her out to the balcony, where there were now several couples, some arm-in-arm looking out over the garden, others dancing to the music that drifted from the ballroom.

Quin whispered, “Let’s find somewhere else; it’s gettin’ a mite crowded out here.”

Minerva nodded, expecting to leave via the ballroom, perhaps go to the library. But Quin led her to one end of the balcony and down some stairs to the veranda below.

“What do you say to a walk in the garden, love?”

“That’s fine; just give me a second.” Minerva cast a quick spell on her shoes to widen the heel so she wouldn’t sink into the soft earth if they took one of the paths without paving stones, then pocketed her wand again. “I’m set now.”

Quin offered her his arm, and they strolled toward the garden. They passed a few other couples, and Quin led her further into the garden.

“You haven’t seen the hedge maze yet. We can have a private conversation there; it’s unlikely that anyone else will venture into the maze tonight.”

“Not to pour cold water on your plan, Quin, but I’m not sure I’m keen on entering the maze in the dark, myself.”

“It’s not trustin’ me again, is it?”

“You can send up sparks, then, if we can’t find our way out,” Minerva grumbled, but following him into the maze.

“They do change the plan every year, but they only have a half dozen different ones they use, and I’ve been comin’ here for years. You’re safe with me, Minerva.” He patted the hand that rested on his arm.

Sure enough, he led her to the centre of the maze with no hesitation, only making one wrong turn, and retracing his steps easily. In the centre of the maze, the pea stones gave way to slate flagstones. There was an ornate birdbath in the middle and four benches, one on each side of the open square. Minerva sank down on the nearest bench, and Quin sat beside her.

“So, you were going to tell me why Gertrude wanted to talk to you.”

“I was goin’ to tell you what we talked about. There’s a difference, you know.”

“Mmm. Tell me about it,” Minerva said, thinking of the Slytherin’s murky motives.

“She wanted to know what I’d overheard, what had happened before she arrived on the scene.”

“And you told her . . .?”

“What little I’d heard. Somethin’ about your bein’ no better than a Mudblood – pardon the use of the word, love – and that you were icy and that Dumbledore was old and dried up – ”

“Yes, yes, I know what she said, thank you. I just didn’t know how much you’d heard.” She didn’t want to think anymore about Valerianna’s nasty words. “But you talked for a while.”

“She lectured me a bit. The usual Gertrude lecture about takin’ care o’ you and takin’ care o’ meself, and all that.”

“Did she mention what she saw on the balcony?”

“You mean the two of us appearin’ a tad more friendly than usual? No, not directly . . . I think she understood why she found us that way. She did say that Valerianna looked quite unhappy when she left the balcony, so I’d say that our performance was adequate to its purpose.”

“Well, that’s good. It was rather – ” Minerva swallowed “ – rather convincing, I thought.”

“Good,” Quin said softly. “I’m a bit out o’ practice, so I wasn’t sure.”

“Out of practice?” Minerva looked at him skeptically.

“Told you already, Minerva. I’m a lot o’ talk . . . but not much more, usually. Irritates the ladies, I’m afraid.” He looked uncomfortable and gazed out at the birdbath.

“And all those witches who think that a good – what did you call it? – a good roll in the hay would convince you to change your bachelor ways?”

“‘Widower,’ not ‘bachelor,’” he corrected. “They think that, Minerva. Doesn’t mean they get the opportunity.”

“But Valerianna . . . ”

“You mean her comment about me bein’ off an’ findin’ a willing witch? Don’t you know better than to trust anythin’ she says, love?” He put a comforting arm around her. “I don’t know what other nastiness she spewed, but I can guarantee you that truth was never a consideration for her.”

“Of course. I just thought . . . ”

“I may appear a rogue when it suits me purposes, Minerva, but I’m actually rather tame.” He smirked. “You really are safe with me, love.”

“I knew that, Quin.” She added, “I trust you, too. It’s probably foolish of me, but I do.” She certainly wouldn’t have let him kiss her like that if she didn’t trust him . . . nor returned his kiss.

“I will do my utmost to live up to your trust, I will.”

Minerva thought of how she had trusted Quin with a secret that she had told no one in fifteen years, the secret that had grown during those fifteen years. Not that he knew the entire truth of the matter; he knew neither the identity of the wizard she loved, nor how long she had loved him. Quin would pity her if he knew; he probably already did pity her, that’s probably why he had been willing to kiss her, especially when he wasn’t the player he pretended to be. Minerva hoped she could trust his discretion. She wondered whether Quin would have been able to tell that it was Albus whom she loved if Albus had been here this week. She wished Albus had been there; she had always felt safe with him, and he wouldn’t have stood for Valerianna’s behaviour . . . at least, Minerva didn’t think he would have, but if he never acknowledged her presence when they were at the same event, perhaps he simply would have ignored the witch. But Minerva was confident that he wouldn’t have ignored Valerianna if the witch were taunting her. A pity that it hadn’t been Albus who had come through the door to her rescue at that moment, and not Quin. Of course, he wouldn’t have dealt with the situation the way Quin did, more’s the pity. But if Albus had done what Quin had, it would have only hurt, knowing it was done in play, particularly since he had likely done more than that with Valerianna when they’d been seeing each other. Minerva shoved that image from her mind, forcing herself to think of nothing but the cool night air and the scents of the garden, growing drowsy.

They sat in silence for a while, Minerva’s head resting on Quin’s shoulder, then he turned to her and said, “Our dance was interrupted. Would you grace me with another?” He stood and offered his hand to her.

“There’s no music, Quin,” Minerva answered with a smile.

“The witch can’t dance without music? I wonder . . .” Quin got a pensive expression on his face, then squinted, held up a hand and made a motion as though beckoning someone; he closed his fist, one finger at a time, then opened his hand, palm up, and music drifted to them. He smiled delightedly. “Never done that before – didn’t know if I could.” Minerva could see his eyes shining as he looked down at her. “You’re an inspiration, that’s what you are, Minerva, and I’m still needin’ convincin’ that you’re not a goddess.”

He held out the hand with which he had just called the music down to them, and she took it.

“That was impressive.”

“I thought of the music like it was water, flowin’ down toward us,” he said, taking her in his arm. “But unlike when I call water t’ me, I’m afraid that everyone between here and the ballroom will be enjoyin’ the music.”

Minerva laughed. “It’s a good thing you don’t do that with water! There’d be a lot of very wet and unhappy people!”

“You shouldn’t laugh, Minerva,” he said with a grin. “That’s the way I did draw water at first, but now, I just relocate it without it goin’ in between.”

“Sometime you’ll have to tell me more about how you do that. Is it something that Alroy can do?”

“No. An’ I couldn’t do it ’til I was quite a bit older than he. Doubt he’ll ever have that particular skill. It’ll be all wand-work for him.” He sounded resigned.

“After he’s got used to the wand, he can work on wandless magic. Maybe Albus could help him; he’s very good at it.”

“Mmm. Maybe.” He sounded sceptical, but didn’t protest her idea.

They danced for a while longer, Minerva leaning on him more than she had before. Quin raised a hand and made a motion, ending the flow of music.

“It’s late, love. You seem tired.”

Minerva looked up at him. “I am. Very.”

“Time to go in, then.”

He led her through the maze, and Minerva gladly relied on his competence. They entered through the small door at the foot of the veranda stairs and wound their way up to the first floor. When they reached the door to Minerva’s room, Quin raised her hand to his lips.

“Good-night, Minerva. Leavin’ in the mornin’, are you?”

“Yes, after breakfast.”

“Have breakfast with me, then?” he asked with a gentle smile.

“That would be lovely.” She paused. “Would you like to come in?”

“Ah, well . . .” He hesitated. “You are tired.”

“Just for a few minutes.”

Quin looked down the empty hallway, then turned to her and grinned. “I’d be happy to come in for a few minutes.”

When they entered her room, Minerva kicked off her shoes.

“Would you like some tea?” she offered, thinking she could use a cup of Albus’s chamomile tea, but also wanting some company.

“Tea?”

“I have chamomile and peppermint. I only have one mug, but I am a Mistress of Transfiguration.”

“Yes, thank you. Peppermint would be nice.” He took a seat in one of the armchairs.

Minerva Transfigured a decorative paperweight into a second mug, then retrieved her package from Albus.

After she had handed him his cup, Quin asked, “Do you always bring your own tea with you when you travel?” He seemed amused.

“It was a present.”

“Oh,” Quin said, as if she had answered his question.

They sat in the armchairs near the small fireplace and sipped their tea in companionable silence, and began to hear others in the hallway, going to their own rooms.

“The party must be coming to an end, finally,” Minerva said. It was almost two in the morning.

“If I know these folk, an’ I do, there will be another party startin’ up soon, probably down in the conservatory.” He finished his tea. “Do you want to go down?”

“No, I think I’ve had enough ‘party’ for one night.” She smiled ruefully. “A bit too much of one, in fact.”

“I am sorry, Minerva. I shouldn’t have left you alone,” Quin said softly.

“I wasn’t alone when you left me, not exactly. It was my decision to step out onto the balcony, after all.”

“You should have been safe here, Gertie said. She was very distressed, I think, though she didn’t say as much.”

“She was probably just as upset that she saw us apparently in the heat of passion.” Minerva looked at Quin, remembering how nice it had felt to be kissed. She hadn’t been kissed like that in a very long time. And likely wouldn’t be again for a very long while. And never by the one wizard whom she really wanted to kiss her that way. The thought was depressing.

“I don’t know about that, love. I mean about her being upset about it, not about the apparent heat o’ passion.” He tried to suppress a smile, but unsuccessfully. “One kiss like that, and your impossible wizard would be impossible no more. Or even reluctant.”

“Don’t joke about it, Quin.” She put her mug down, frowning.

“Sorry, love.” He was quiet for a moment, then said, “Do you want to talk about it?”

“No . . . but believe me, it is impossible.”

“I assume he’s still among the livin’, and where there’s life, there’s hope. I don’t see why it’s impossible.”

“It is. Just believe me, please.” Minerva wished he would just leave it alone; if she was doomed to lose her joy, she’d rather do it without any fuss and just get on with it.

“All right, love. I’d just like to help you. I’ve grown rather fond of you, and I’d like to be your friend. But o’ course, that’s hubris speakin’. I’m sure you have other friends, someone more sympathetic you can talk to about it.”

Minerva looked at him. “I haven’t. No one knows. No one but you, Quin.” Her eyes filled with tears. She dashed them away with the palm of her hand.

“You’ve had a long day, Minerva. It’s time I’m leavin’ you and goin’ to me own room.”

Minerva nodded.

Quin stood and said, “Breakfast tomorrow, then? It’s late now, but is eight o’clock too early for you?”

“No, that’s fine. I have things to do tomorrow,” she said, thinking of her visit to Poppy. “I want to get back to Hogwarts beforehand.” And to Albus.

“Good, I’ll see you then.”

Minerva walked him to the door. “Other than the bit of unpleasantness earlier, I enjoyed this evening. Thank you.”

“You are very welcome, Minerva.” His eyes softened. “I’ll always be happy to talk to you, about anythin’, if you wish.”

“Thank you.”

He opened the door behind him. “Good-night, Minerva.” Quin raised her hand and kissed it lightly, but then blinked, leaned forward, and kissed her cheek. “Sleep well.”

“You, too, Quin,” Minerva said softly.

Minerva closed the door and leaned wearily against it. She didn’t regret accepting Gertie’s invitation. In fact, she was glad she’d come. Even though it had meant listening to the nasty things Valerianna had said that evening. She wondered what Albus would say about it if he knew . . . well, it wasn’t the sort of thing she could tell him. But she would mention Valerianna and ask him about her. After all, Albus had already acknowledged her existence in his letter, even if he hadn’t mentioned her name or the precise nature of their relationship.

It would be good to leave, go home to Hogwarts, and see Albus again. She made herself another cup of chamomile tea and took out the little packet of ginger newts. As she got ready for bed, she nibbled a biscuit, and smiled again at Albus’s thoughtfulness, but then she wondered what little gifts he had given Valerianna, that undeserving, nasty, sluttish waste of magic. Minerva couldn’t understand how Albus had ever thought Valerianna worth his time, regardless of what Quin said about her having been charming and witty. If he had been with someone else, someone like Ella, or even Gertie, Minerva didn’t think it would distress her this much.

Minerva took her tartan afghan from her carpet bag, drew back the covers on the bed, and placed the Charmed blanket over the top sheet. Curled up in bed, tired, but her mind still racing, she thought again of what Valerianna had said. If Minerva had to describe the witch’s tirade, she would have said that it was a jealous one. The witch was somehow jealous of her friendship with Albus, which was utterly ridiculous. They had barely seen each other, after all, with him at Hogwarts and her at the Ministry. Albus had made the time to squire that witch around the wizarding world, whereas he and Minerva only managed to have lunch or tea, or, very occasionally, dinner, when Albus happened to be in the city and had the time. Yet there was no doubt that she had sounded jealous of Minerva. Minerva only wished that the other witch had reason for her jealousy. Albus had likely not only spent time with Valerianna, but he had probably also touched the older witch in ways he had never touched her, and never would. Minerva had been avoiding that thought since Monday morning; she tried to push away the disturbing vision of Albus embracing that awful witch, kissing her . . . . She sighed, blinked back tears, and tried to turn her thoughts from Valerianna and Albus and what they might have done together.


Rolling over and drawing the afghan up around her shoulders, Minerva thought of Albus, her Albus, the Albus she knew, not the one who had courted that awful witch. Albus, brilliant, sweet, thoughtful Albus . . . if it had been Albus kissing her earlier, and not Quin, she wouldn’t have let go. Minerva wondered how it would feel to kiss him like that and to have him kiss her. She felt a wave of warmth flow over her at the thought. If Albus kissed her cheek the way he did on Monday morning, but then didn’t stop with her cheek, but moved to her lips and pulled her into an embrace, holding her in his arms, kissing her . . . Minerva almost moaned aloud, whether from despair or desire, she was unsure, herself. She held the tartan afghan close to her and fell into a restless sleep, dreaming of Albus and Valerianna together in a passionate embrace, and of herself, just standing by, unable to do anything but watch and cry.

Hope you enjoyed it!

[Hogwarts Duo]

“It’s true, Minerva, and it’s all right. But I want you to know that I did not want you to be hurt.”

“What did you want, then, Gertie?” Minerva asked, not looking at the older witch. “Why did you invite me here? As you say, we have never been . . . particularly friendly, although I have always respected you. Your invitation was unexpected, and now it still remains unexplained. That person must have something to do with it. . . . Why am I here, Gertie?”

FINALLY!!! Minerva finally asked the question I’ve been dying to know all along! And what does Gertie do??? She gives a half answer…and I know it’s a half answer because even Minerva picked up on the fact that she wasn’t being totally honest…shocker there. Oh well, guess we’ll have to wait and see what else we can discern about Gertie and her motives.

It was nice to see more of Robert and to get a more straightforward answer about his relationship with Albus. It’s certainly one I have no problem believing and he seems to really admire Uncle Albus…awww. But then, who doesn’t love Albus? Oh yeah…Valerianna…blech.

The garden scene with Quin and Minerva was just a bit too cozy for my liking. I appreciate that he wanted to get her away for a bit and give her some time to recover from her encounter with the wretched Valerianna but it scares me how easily they are able to slip into a romantic setting and not think twice about it. Even the little tea in Minerva’s rooms seemed very intimate, for lack of a better word. Why did Minerva feel the need to share Albus’ tea with Quin when she could have called a house elf to bring them a fresh pot of any flavor at all? It was like she was letting go of some of her feelings for Albus and replacing them with feelings for Quin. That’s not a good feeling for me at all…eeep.

I felt sorry for Minerva in the last section of this chapter when she’s thinking back on Albus and that is definitely saying something for me. I’ve been a bit put out with her lately since she’s been so open and flirty with Quin and that kiss did nothing to appease me at all, despite the good reasoning behind it. Anyway, it’s nice to see her finally shifting focus and getting back into “Albus” mode. Too bad she’s having lemony dreams about Albus and the wrong woman…sigh.

Keep the updates coming!!!
GLM

[Alesia]

I love the way Gertie talks to Minerva in this chapter. Gertie's right - it wasn't her place to tell her about Albus's previous 'romance' with Valerianna but Albus's. Know Minerva can actually ask him and maybe get an explanation.

I am totally 100% in the Gertie has good motives camp now after the woman talk on the balcony. She is trying, in her own Slytherian way, to get Albus and Minerva to recognize their feelings for each other. She said as much when she talked about seeing Minerva's face when Albus changed the appointment. She has known Albus too long to not know when he is in love, even if he doesn't admit it.

I still want to know what offer Albus was discussing with Gertie when they were at breakfast at Hogwarts. Don't think you can not answer all of these little questions you have left us with!

Quin is just too cute, you could almost hear in his voice his own reluctance for the rules he has set up for himself. I really believe that if he was free in his own mind and heart, he would try to get Minerva over the 'impossible' wizard. And I think in a way Minerva might even let him try. She clearly tried with Carson and Rudolf, even if she won't admit that to herself either.

My my the misunderstandings aren't just between people are they? They are also with their own thoughts and desires.

[FireBird]

I'm so glad Minerva finally asked Gertie the question I have been waiting for for innumerable chapters and got at least half an answer! And I must say, the more I learn about and hear from Gertie, the more unswayable I become in my position that she is good.
It was relieving in a way, to have Minerva's thoughts return to Albus, it alleviates my worries about Quin. The jinx on Valerianna's shoes was a really nice touch, and certainly shared Minerva's malicious glee. Robert is somehow becoming more and more interesting, I do hope this won't be the last we hear of him.
In a way, I'm sad that Minerva's stay at Gertie's is drawing to a close. It seems to me as if with it, her chances of getting answers to all her question are coming to an end. After all, where else would she find so many interesting people who can give lots of different views and aspects to one thing in one place?

[esoterica1693]

The shoe jinx was brilliant. I was laughing out loud reading it on my lunch break.

Whole update is good. I think Gertie is good, as is Quin, and Robert is wonderful--if he weren't married I'd make a play for him. <g>

Off to Sonorus 2007
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where I will buy a McGonagall hat and or some other piece of tartan attire from the vendors....

[MMADfan]

Note: Thanks for all your comments! I'm glad you enjoyed the bit between Minerva and Gertie!

This chapter is posted in two parts because its just a little too long for one post.

LXXVI: Breakfast al Fresco

Minerva woke, fuzzy-headed, to Gluffy’s gruff sing-song, “Time to get up, Madam Professor! It’s rising and shining, Madam Professor!”

She groaned and rolled over, trying to open her eyes to look at Gluffy. Her dreams had brought her tears in the night, and she rubbed at her eyes to clear them. Gluffy looked as cheerful as ever.

“Wha’ time is it?” Minerva croaked.

“It is fifteen minutes after seven, Madam Professor.”

“Mmm. Can you come back at seven-thirty?”

“Of course, Madam Professor!”

There was a crack, and he was gone. It seemed that no time at all passed, and Minerva again heard, “Time to get up, Madam Professor! Madam Professor is to be getting up and getting dressed and eating her breakfast!”

Minerva, trying to pretend she was still asleep, stumbled over to the wash basin and splashed her face with cold water, rinsing her eyes, which seemed practically glued shut with the residue of her tears. A bit more awake now, she looked in the mirror. Her eyes were puffy and her face was pale. She was going to become quite good at make-up charms, she thought. Or perhaps she should just use a Glamour.

She grabbed a set of robes, not caring they were the same yellow-and-raspberry ones she had worn the previous day, wrapped her dressing gown around her, and shuffled off for a quick shower. Feeling better when she returned to her rooms, she called Gluffy and asked for a cup of strong tea with milk.

Packing as she sipped her tea, she wondered whether Quin would be on time or not. If she wasn’t ready yet when he arrived, he’d probably be happy to wait from her. A wave of apprehension rolled through her. She had been so indiscreet with him this week. A wizard she’d known only a few days, and she’d spoken with him of things she hadn’t told anyone before. But beyond that, there was the kiss they had shared on the balcony. He had said it was just “playing,” and Minerva’s feelings were torn, shredded in pieces, about that. She felt almost as though she had behaved cheaply in allowing him such a kiss on such a short acquaintance, even if it were done in the good cause of disturbing Valerianna. Minerva wondered whether it had lowered Quin’s opinion of her, though she doubted that. She also felt she had betrayed herself, her own feelings for Albus, by allowing herself not only to kiss Quin, but to have let herself enjoy it. She worried that Quin might think she had stronger feelings for him than she did – and he had clearly expressed that he did not want to become entangled in a relationship with a witch – but she also worried that, despite his declared feelings on that matter, Quin might now want something more than a friendship with her.

Minerva sighed. There was no reason to feel guilty. It was only a kiss. And it wasn’t as though she was in a relationship with anyone, and neither was Quin. She shouldn’t feel bad about it. In fact, if she were sensible, she would feel positively about it. She needed to be able to have a relationship with a wizard who wasn’t Albus, after all, unless she resigned herself to never having any romantic relationships at all. Minerva had been shy of developing a relationship with another wizard after having left Germany and Rudolf. She hadn’t been unaffected by the pain she had caused him. She had never promised Rudolf anything, although she had told him that she loved him. And she had loved him . . . just not enough. Minerva did not want to hurt any other wizard the way she had hurt Rudolf. Was that her fate, then? To always have her feelings for Albus come between her and happiness with another wizard? She was so sensible in every other area of her life, it seemed, but not when it came to her romantic life.

Despite all that, Minerva hoped that Quin hadn’t read more into her reaction than had been there. Especially since he very clearly was tired of witches falling for him when all he wanted was friendship and a bit of fun. As much as she dreaded the mere idea, she thought she should mention it to him at breakfast. That brought her back to her concern about his trustworthiness and discretion; she decided there was no point in worrying about it. Besides, as she had told Minister Tapper the night before, Quin was responsible for having raised Alroy, and he’d turned out to be a nice boy. And Minerva had no indication that he’d said anything to Gertrude about what he’d learned from her when he did his divination; if he were going to tell anyone, it would be she, Minerva believed.

She just finished putting the last of her clothes in her carpet bag when there was a sharp knock on the door. It was just a few minutes before eight. Quin was early. Minerva opened the door to see Gertrude standing there, looking far more awake than Minerva felt.

“Good-morning, Minerva. Do you have a few minutes?”

“Of course, Gertie.” She opened the door more widely to let the witch in. “Quin will be coming along soon; we arranged to have breakfast together. Would you like to join us?”

“Not this morning, Minerva, but thank you. I was concerned that you might not be able to find me before you left this morning, and I wanted to say good-bye now. I hope that, despite the encounter with Valerianna last night, you enjoyed your time here.”

“Yes, I did; thank you for inviting me, Gertie, and thank your parents for me. It was a nice change, as you thought it might be.”

“Well, I doubt that a few days here could cure all your worries, but perhaps you have a new perspective on them.”

“Actually, I do.” Minerva smiled slightly. “I’m not sure whether it’s better or worse, but it’s different.”

Gertrude smiled. “That’s good then. That was the main reason I invited you here, after all – ”

A knock interrupted their conversation.

“That must be Quin now; are you sure you won’t join us?”

“Quite sure.”

Minerva let Quin in.

“Ah, good-mornin’ to you, Gertrude. You are lookin’ lovely this morning after such a long day!” He kissed the older woman’s cheek. “I trust you are sufferin’ no long-term effects of our little Quidditch match yesterday?”

“I’m fine, thank you, Quin,” she answered with a wry smile.

“And you, Minerva, are still a vision!” He grinned at her.

“Mmm. I notice you don’t say a vision of what, though,” she joked.

“Well, you do look a wee bit tired, but some fresh air and breakfast will perk you up. Are you ready?”

“Yes, I suppose so.”

“We can bring your bag with us, then, and you won’t be needin’ to return for it. I assume you’re Apparatin’?”

Minerva nodded.

Gertrude spoke up. “Would you do me a favour, Minerva?” She reached into her pocket and pulled out a letter. “I could send it by owl, of course, but I thought if you could hand-deliver this to Albus, you could also tell him that if he wants to talk about it, he can come down for a visit this weekend. Most of the guests should be gone then.”

“Valerianna, you mean?” Minerva took Gertrude’s letter and put in her bag on top of everything else.

“Valerianna will actually be leaving today. She was rather upset that Mother and I didn’t take her shrinking shoes more seriously and just gave her a potion for her feet. Good riddance. I believe I have convinced Mother not to invite her here again. But then, I thought I’d convinced her of that last year, too, so we shall see.” She turned to Quin. “You and the children will still be leaving later today?”

“We will be; my mother wants them to visit for a while, so I’ll be bringin’ them to her, then returnin’ to London meself for a while.”

“Please give my regards to your family, Quin. Well, you two should be going, and I need to check on a few things, myself.” She turned to Minerva. “I hope we see more of one another at Hogwarts now.” Gertrude touched Minerva’s arm briefly, and Minerva was apprehensive that the witch would expect some show of affection from her, but she needn’t have worried, since the other witch turned to Quin. “Take good care of yourself, Quin.”

Quin hugged her, and the normally undemonstrative witch returned the embrace, kissing his cheek before pulling away.

“I will see you in a couple weeks, Minerva, if you are at Hogwarts at the time.”

When Gertrude had left them, Quin picked up Minerva’s bag.

“I hope that breakfastin’ al fresco is to your likin’, Minerva.”

“We have been eating breakfast outside every day.”

“Ah, but today, it won’t be a tame breakfast on the veranda. I thought we could both use the fresh air and some exercise after yesterday.”

“That’s fine, Quin,” she said, wondering what precisely he had in mind.

They went down to the ground floor and out the front doors.

“Shirfy!” Quin called out.

The house-elf appeared, a large picnic hamper floating beside her. “Breakfast for Mr Aileen’s Wizard.”

Minerva suppressed a giggle.

“Very good, Shirfy. That’s all.” The house-elf popped away, and Quin turned to Minerva, whose giggles burst out as soon as the elf was gone. “And what is so funny?”

“Mr Aileen’s Wizard?” Minerva asked, gasping for air through her laughter, barely able to get the words out of her mouth.

“Mmm, that. I’m so used to it now, I don’t even notice. She and that Krantzy used to take care of Aileen when she was a child, and ever since they met me, I’ve been Aileen’s Wizard, and her death never changed that.”

“It didn’t bother you?”

He looked puzzled. “Why should it? I was her wizard, after all . . . well, maybe not when they first met me, but ’twas the truth, nonetheless.”

“Well, a lot of wizards might feel it was demeaning to be called by their wife’s name.”

“As I said, we weren’t even married at the time, we’d just started gettin’ a little serious. In fact, when I asked her to marry me, I asked if she would make me ‘Mr Aileen’s Wizard’ in truth, an’ not just to a couple peculiar house-elves.”

Minerva chuckled. That was sweet. “Where are we off to?”

“I thought we’d go out to the hill fort.”

“Gertie and I were there on Monday. I’m not dressed for a trek like that.”

“We’ll just walk part o’ the way, then, and Apparate the rest – would you be up to that?”

Minerva agreed. She could always transform into her Animagus form, after all.

“Let me take the carpet bag, though, Quin. You shouldn’t carry both.”

“Who said anythin’ about carryin’ them the whole way?” He set the bag and the hamper down, then drew his wand and flicked it at them. “Did you forget you’re a witch?”

“Very amusing, Quin.”

They set off through the garden, then began to cross the moor. The two talked softly as they walked. Minerva had placed an Impervius on her shoes and the hem of her robe, but the damp ground was slippery under foot. After she had slipped twice, and Quin had caught her both times, he suggested Apparating.

“I’m fine, Quin. Let’s walk a bit longer.”

“I’m sure you’re fine, but I’m gettin’ hungry. But if you prefer to walk – ”

“Oh! All right, then. Why don’t we meet at the base of the eastern wall?”

Quin nodded and took hold of the carpet bag and the picnic hamper. A moment later, they were both standing beside the hill fort. Quin led Minerva around to the south side of the tower where there was a large, flat stone. He waved his wand, cleaning it off and drying it of any residual dew, then setting the bag and picnic basket down.

“This all right with you?” Quin asked as he took a blanket from the basket.

Minerva had no objections and helped him unpack the picnic basket. She was happy to see there was a large jug of hot tea. Although the fresh air had perked her up, she was still feeling foggy after her poor night’s sleep. After waking from a nightmare involving Albus and Valerianna, she had fallen asleep again, only to wake again an hour later from another nightmare in which she was in an empty, deserted Hogwarts, searching for Albus, but the stairways, corridors, and classrooms shifted constantly, and every time she thought she saw something familiar, it would vanish. The Silent Knight and his dog kept appearing, but he never spoke and would only point; whenever Minerva turned to ask him where he was pointing, the picture frame would be empty. She finally found the Headmaster’s gargoyle, crouching in front of a set of mirrored doors. No matter what password she tried, the gargoyle would not open the doors to her, but only grinned nastily and picked his nose with a long finger. Frantic, she tried to force the doors open, but stopped in horror as she saw herself in their reflective surface. She was an ancient crone, only sparse grey hair sprouting from her head, her face a map of misery and grief, her body skeletal, her robes tattered and falling from her bony form. Minerva awoke in a cold sweat and fell asleep again only after tossing and turning. From the tears that had sealed her eyes shut, she knew that her subsequent vague, half-remembered dreams had been no better.

Continued in the next post.

[MMADfan]

Second Part of Two.

LXXVI: Breakfast al Fresco, continued

Minerva Transfigured a couple of stones into cushions for them. She was too tired to make conversation, so they sat and ate quietly.

“You seem subdued, Minerva. Is there anythin’ I can do?”

“No. I just didn’t sleep very well.” She hesitated, but she decided she might as well broach the subject now. “And I feel uncomfortable about last night.”

“Valerianna? Or somethin’ else?”

“Valerianna, yes, but also . . .” She looked at Quin, who wore a concerned expression. “I just don’t want you to think that I ordinarily fall into a wizard’s arms that way. On such a short acquaintance. Or that . . . it, the kiss, meant more.” She blushed.

“I never thought that, Minerva.” His brow furrowed. “I know you were upset by Valerianna, your adrenalin was high, and you just reacted in the moment when I kissed you. I understand that, as I hope you understand that I trust you not to misunderstand me own intentions. I won’t deny that it was a very nice kiss, though – at least, I thought so. But I am fond of you, Minerva. I would not have kissed you at all, if I weren’t, so I hope that you are not feelin’ as though I simply . . . used you for meself.”

“No, no, not at all. I was just feeling uncomfortable about it. Worried you had the wrong idea.”

“The idea I have is that you have been pinin’ for a wizard for some time and that, as a result, you haven’t let yourself have a satisfyin’ relationship with any other wizard. And that until you have dealt with that, faced it, stopped denyin’ your love and your commitment, you won’t have happiness – with your wizard or with any other.”

“I didn’t mention this in order for you to bring that up again, Quin,” Minerva said sharply. “I was only worried you might have thought it meant more. Or less.”

“I didn’t think you were easy, if that was your fear.” He poured them each more tea. “And as for it meanin’ more, I think what I just said demonstrates quite well why I wouldn’t think that.”

“I still say you’re wrong about that, Quin. Just because I’m fool enough to love a wizard who is beyond my reach doesn’t mean that I can’t find happiness elsewhere. I have had other . . . beaus, after all.”

“An’ what happened with them?” he asked.

“They didn’t work out,” she said shortly.

Quin just raised his eyebrows and tilted his head.

“That means nothing, Quin, nothing at all.”

“It means nothin, then?” In response to her glare, he said, “All right, love, all right. I may be completely wrong.”

They sat for a while drinking their tea, Quin picking the currents from a scone and tossing them to a bird that was hopping about a few yards from them.

Minerva sighed. “I’m sorry, Quin. I know you mean well. And you may have a point. But I am fine, really. I just didn’t sleep well last night and I’m short-tempered. I shouldn’t have snapped at you.”

“It’s all right. I told you. But if you want to talk about that, or anythin’, I’m just an owl away,” Quin offered.

She nodded. “But I won’t need to. I may owl you. But I won’t need to talk to about that. In fact, I may have other loves to discuss. Who knows?” she said airily. “I may meet someone tomorrow and forget all about . . . the other wizard.”

He shook his head, smiling slightly at her attempt at nonchalance. “I do not believe that any more than you do, Minerva.”

“You’re telling me what I believe?” Her eyes narrowed.

“I am not; you already did that. . . .” Quin said softly, looking away.

They sat in silence a while longer, then Minerva said, “I should be leaving soon, Quin. I am sorry. I don’t want to leave with you unhappy with me. I didn’t mean to be so curt with you.”

“Don’t worry about it, Minerva. I understand. And I should have known better to bring up a subject that you have clearly told me is none o’ me business. ’Tis I who should be apologisin’.”

“Let’s just forget about it, then.”

They packed up the remains of their breakfast in the hamper, and Minerva looked around them. “It is beautiful here. I can see why Gertrude likes it.”

“You’re right; it is beautiful, wild, and mysterious . . . perhaps a bit like you.” He quirked a grin at her.

Minerva smiled back. “Now I know we’re all right – you’re back to your casual flirting and empty compliments.”

“I take offense at that! I may be flirtin’ casually, but me compliments are sincere.”

“As long as you don’t compare me to the ruins, I suppose I can accept them.” A shiver travelled down her spine as she remembered her nightmare and the ruined vision of herself she had seen in the mirrored doors.

“Are you all right, Minerva? You looked . . . distressed for a moment.”

“Just remembering a dream I had last night, that’s all. A nightmare, actually.”

“A nightmare? What was it about?”

Minerva turned and looked off to the south, toward the broken outer walls of the hill fort. “It was nothing. I can barely remember it.”

Quin came and stood beside her, gazing into the distance. “If you say so, Minerva. But for somethin’ barely remembered, you seemed greatly affected by it.”

Minerva snorted. “I don’t see how you could tell that, Quin. I’m hardly in hysterics over it.”

“Call it the MacAirt gift, if you wish, or just one friend carin’ for another.” He put a hand on her shoulder. “I wish you would listen t’ me, Minerva. I have never experienced a divination quite like that, and it disturbs me even more now that I see you are continuin’ t’ deny the effect that this unfulfilled relationship is havin’ on you and your well-bein’.”

“It’s an infatuation,” Minerva replied, unconvincingly. “It doesn’t rule my life. Besides, there’s much more to life than just . . . whether you have a romantic relationship or not. As you must recognise, yourself, since you have made a conscious decision to forego any entanglements while your children are still young.”

“That is true, what you’re sayin’. There are other sources of satisfaction in life – work, friendships, family, community. But this is different, Minerva.”

“So you’re saying that anytime someone falls in love and it doesn’t work out, they’re doomed to misery, completely unable to gain any satisfaction from anything else? That’s ridiculous!”

“’Tis, when you put it that way. But with you . . . you know what I said in the divination. You have given your heart. Fully and completely, but he hasn’t accepted it, and you’ve barely even acknowledged it yourself. From what I understand, you haven’t even let him know how you feel. You haven’t given the man a chance – ”

“A chance for what? A chance for embarrassment? For us both? A chance for him to have to find a way to let me down gently? A chance to make him uncomfortable with me from now on? A chance to ruin our friendship? No, thank you.”

Quin let out a sigh. “I can’t pretend t’ know how he would react, or how he feels, but I don’t know how you can be so sure of it yourself. You need t’ think about giving him a chance, givin’ the two o’ you a chance. Consider it, Minerva.”

“I don’t see what difference it should make to you, Quin. You barely know me.”

“Ah . . . I’m sorry, then. I’ve come to care about you, but clearly me manner has led you t’ believin’ I can only be glib and insincere. Me offer o’ friendship was an honest one, but you needn’t accept it, nor anything I say.” Quin’s voice was harder than Minerva had ever heard it.

She looked up at him. His jaw was tight, and his eyes didn’t waver from their focus on the distant stones.

“That’s not what I meant.” Minerva felt uncomfortable. Quin had meant well. She knew that. And she should be grateful. Not only was he willing to talk to her about the situation, but he was supportive. Of course, if Quin knew who the wizard was, well, he might still be sympathetic, but he would certainly cease encouraging her to bare her heart and soul. Maybe she should tell him who it was. No, she couldn’t do that. Minerva was barely used to the thought herself, despite fifteen years of denial.

“I’m sorry, Quin. I am. Truly. I just . . . I haven’t talked about it with anyone. Please understand that.”

He nodded. “I shouldn’t have been so forward.”

“No. You were fine. I was oversensitive. I do know you mean well, and I appreciate it, really I do. But I’ve got to find a way to deal with this, and telling him isn’t an option. I think it would be better for me to be sensible about it. Get on with my life. Meet someone else. I just need to be open to a new relationship.”

“Simple as that, d’you think? Just . . . be ‘open’ to a new relationship?”

“Yes. If I set my mind to it,” Minerva said with some determination.

Quin chuckled, then looked at her, a smile on his face. “All right, then. So, are we friends?”

“Of course we are, Quin.”

“I have an idea. If we are friends and you still trust me, that is.”

Minerva looked up at him skeptically. “Why do I feel apprehensive about your idea?”

“Mmm, p’raps because you are afraid I’m right an’ you’re wrong?”

Minerva rolled her eyes. “What do you have in mind?”

“Trust me?”

“Yes.”

“You don’t sound sure, but that will have to do. Here, put one hand here on me chest – not there, higher. Good. Now the other hand here, on me face.”

“What?”

“I would like to kiss you, Minerva, with your permission. You can call it a test. Or a demonstration. Whatever you like.”

Minerva withdrew for a moment, but then said, “Yes, fine, all right. But what’s this with my hands?”

“Trust me a moment and you will see,” Quin said.

Minerva replaced her hands on his chest and face. Quin placed his own hands lightly at her waist.

“Now will you follow me directions?” At Minerva’s nod, he continued, “You say it’s just a matter of bein’ open to a new relationship. Now, I’m not offerin’ you one, don’t mistake me, but I’d like you to close your eyes and think o’ me. Only o’ me. And I will kiss you.”

“I don’t see – ”

“You needn’t do this, o’ course, but as I said, look at it as a test. You sounded so confident a moment ago about your solution. This is me response to that. Think of it as a gift from me to you. A farewell kiss and a little somethin’ for you to think about later. And p’rhaps also as an explanation o’ why I will not take it personally if you never again kiss me as you did last night.”

“I don’t understand, but all right.” Minerva looked up at him.

“Remember me instructions, then. Think of me, only of me,” he said quietly.

Minerva closed her eyes. She felt Quin’s breath soft on her face, then, much as she had when he had done his divination, she felt a slight ripple of magic flow over her. She thought of Quin, of his kindness, his humour, his warmth, and then his lips touched hers. Quin kissed her mouth gently several times. It was pleasant, but lacked the anger-induced heat of the previous night’s kiss. But then it changed.

Minerva drew back, opening her eyes widely and pushing him away. “What was that? What did you do? How . . . how . . .”

“Hush, now, Minerva – it was just a wee bit of charm – ”

“Charm? I felt . . . it wasn’t you, it was him. How did you know?” Minerva asked angrily. “You said you didn’t know who it was . . . you led me to believe – ”

“Minerva, Minerva! I don’t know what you felt! I did not project it, not the way you’re thinkin’. ’Tis not like me usual little tricks, honestly. Please listen . . .”

Minerva had turned and was walking toward her carpet bag, ready to Apparate away.

“I’ve listened to you too much, and you . . . you tease me with this.”

“Minerva, wait, please. I just wanted t’ demonstrate to you that even when thinking o’ me, your heart is somewhere else, that’s all. And I don’t know what you felt, or who the wizard is. Truly. ’Tis quite obvious that me demonstration was a success, though – not that I’m happy about it. I wish you had been correct. An’ now that you’re angry with me, I’m wishin’ I hadn’t done it at all. It was stupid o’ me. Please forgive me, Minerva.” Distress was evident in his voice.

Minerva stopped but didn’t turn around. “What did you do? What was that?” she asked in a low voice.

“It’s . . . well, you know that I can . . . project an impression that I’d like to make. Honest, or meek, or menacin’, whatever.”

Minerva nodded. After Gertrude had told her about Quin’s special “personal charm,” she’d asked him about it. It seemed that he had the ability to subtly project, within limitations, a certain impression on those around him. Minerva hadn’t been sure she approved of it, but it seemed he couldn’t overcome someone’s own feelings about him if they were strong enough; he’d compared it to acting, playing a role convincingly. He had reassured her that he couldn’t sustain it very long. And he’d told her, “With you, Minerva, what you see is what you get.” But now she didn’t know if she could believe anything he’d said or done. Still, she listened to his explanation.

“I can also provide a mirror o’ someone else’s expectations. It’s much more difficult and very dicey, since I never know what someone else’s expectations are, and they may not be positive. In this case, I tried t’ reflect your true desire. I didn’t know what that desire was, and I still don’t. It was just in your mind, Minerva. That’s all it was. Just showin’ you what was in your own mind. That’s all,” he repeated. “And I don’t know what that was. Honestly.”

“I see . . . ” It had been an odd experience. At first, she felt nothing but Quin and his kisses, but then, under her hand, his face seemed to change, his lips felt different on her own, and it was suddenly as though Albus were kissing her. She had even felt his beard, though when she opened her eyes, it was Quin’s clean-shaven face she saw.

Minerva swallowed hard and took a deep breath. “So that was what you meant by it being a test? And you think I failed it?”

“I wouldn’t say you failed it, Minerva.” Quin came up behind her and lightly placed his hands on her shoulders. “And you may still be right. It’s not as though I’m actually a suitor, after all. Perhaps it was that . . . p’rhaps if you were with someone else, someone you cared about in another way, it would be different.”

“I don’t know. It was . . . it felt real, you know.” She turned to face him. “Do you do that often?”

He looked weary and drawn. “Not often. Almost never. It is difficult, tirin’, and the outcome uncertain; I think it is generally unwise. And probably unwise o’ me in this case, as well.”

Minerva smiled slightly. “Do you have to kiss the other person? That would limit its application, I would think,” she said, trying to make a joke.

“I’ve never done that before, actually.” He looked down at her and shook his head. “And I won’t again. It was a mistake.”

“I don’t think it was,” Minerva said slowly. “It was upsetting, because I didn’t know what you were doing, but I suppose if you told me beforehand, it wouldn’t have worked the same way. I think you were right when you said it was a gift – you did give me something to think about later. I may not want to, but I don’t think I’ll be able to avoid it, now.”

Quin smiled at her, his eyes gentle. “Oh, Minerva,” he said with a sigh, sweeping a stray hair back from her face and tucking it behind her ear, “I can do so little for you, but if you need anythin’ from me, anythin’ at all, just tell me, and if I can, it’s yours. I mean that.”

“Why? Why do you care?” she asked softly, touched by his words, but curious how this man could make such an offer after knowing her only a few days.

“Why would I not?” He seemed puzzled by her reaction. “You said yourself that you felt you’ve known me a long time. We get along. I like you, Minerva McGonagall. You’re sweet and funny and honest.” He grinned at her. “And stubborn and temperamental and feisty – would you like me to go on?”

“Well, you did leave out ‘brilliant’ and ‘talented,’ but I suppose we have to leave something for later.” She returned his smile.

“I do believe I may have mentioned those on earlier occasions, however. Are we all right with each other, then?” he asked.

“We’re fine, Quin. I’m just a little touchy when it comes to that particular topic. Thank you for being so understanding.”

“I don’t often meet someone new whom I like so well, t’ be honest, and after the divination, I just couldn’t help but care about you even more.” He shrugged. “Listen, d’you want to walk some before you leave? I flustered you a bit. You shouldn’t Apparate if you haven’t got a clear head.”

“Yes, that would be nice, actually. Although it’s an easy Apparition. It’s not far and I’ve done it many times.”

“Not far? But then, I forget I’m talkin’ to the witch who works with the great Albus Dumbledore – from the Pyrenees to the Pennines in one jump.” They started to stroll around toward the west side of the hill fort.

Minerva chuckled. She hadn’t heard that one in years. “Well, I can’t claim to be able to Apparate as far as Albus can, but he would be the first to tell you that it wasn’t from the Pyrenees to the Pennines. It was from Nice to London. But that doesn’t sound as catchy.”

Quin laughed loudly and shook his head. “It must be just as far as doesn’t matter, though. An’ you just take it for granted from him, just as Gertie does. No other wizard can compete with him around, that’s for sure. No wonder Valerianna still holds a grudge after all this time.”

Minerva grimaced internally. Even when they had changed the subject, it came back to Albus. She wondered whether somehow Quin had a sense that it was Albus, even if he didn’t know it consciously. Although it would be natural to mention the extraordinary Hogwarts Headmaster when both she and Gertrude worked there.

The two walked around the western side of the hill fort, and Quin pointed out where the ditches and walls had eroded over time. They circled the ruined tower and by the time they arrived back at their picnic site, Minerva was feeling much better.

“I ought to be going now, Quin. I had a very nice time with you this week. Thank you for spending so much time with me.”

“I should be thankin’ you, Minerva. ’Twas me own pleasure, truly.” He handed her her carpet bag. “Please don’t be tellin’ me we won’t be seein’ each other again.”

“No, I would like to keep in touch. And Alroy will be starting Hogwarts in September. I promised you a tour beforehand, remember?”

“So you did.” He smiled. “I’ll be holdin’ you to it, then. I’ll be in London most o’ the summer, though I have a few short business trips t’ the Continent planned, and I may go home for a week or so later in the summer, if everythin’ works out well. Still, an owl should find me.”

“And I’ll likely be either at Hogwarts or at my family’s home not far from there, so any time that you are available for your tour of the castle, I’m sure I can make the time.”

“Good, then. I look forward to hearin’ from you, Minerva McGonagall.” He took her hand. “You are a marvel, Minerva. Do not underestimate your worth, nor be so sure that your wizard cannot appreciate you or accept your love.” He looked into her eyes, and Minerva felt a sudden shiver pass over her. “If he does not, he is not worthy of you. And I cannot believe you would love such a wizard so deeply and for so long. He must care for you. I can’t imagine he wouldn’t.”

Minerva didn’t respond, but only thought of Albus, and how much he cared for her, and how it would hurt him to know that she had feelings for him that he couldn’t return. It could only sadden him and drive a wedge into their newly repaired friendship.

Quin leaned toward her and kissed her forehead. “Take care of yourself, Minerva. And think about what I have said. I may be wrong, but I do not believe I am. Have some hope, love.”

“I will think about it. Thank you, Quin.” She gave him a quick, one-armed embrace, before stepping away, smiling. “Good-bye, Quin.” And with a sharp crack, she was gone from the hill, to reappear outside the gates to the Hogwarts grounds.

[esoterica1693]

Oh--you made me cry! That was beautiful! Poignant-beautiful. Quin is definitely quite wonderful. And at least Minerva is finally admitting the scope of her problem...

Now, what is in that letter from Gertie to Albus?

[Hogwarts Duo]

“Well, I doubt that a few days here could cure all your worries, but perhaps you have a new perspective on them.”

“Actually, I do.” Minerva smiled slightly. “I’m not sure whether it’s better or worse, but it’s different.”

Gertrude smiled. “That’s good then. That was the main reason I invited you here, after all – ”

Sheesh! Even when she's supposed to be having a nice chat, she still has little barbed touches to her words! I have a feeling that’s not the only reason Gertie Gamp invited Minerva to visit her at her estate but I suppose we’ll have to wait and see what all her motives are in this matter. Regardless, at least Minerva was given the chance to see the woman who broke Albus’ heart and it’s also given her a clue as to why he might be reluctant to starting another relationship. However, if she never tells him how she feels, it’s not going to be easy to easy for him to overcome his fears and share his heart with her. I think at this point they’re both being way to cautious and dancing around the subject.

“I can also provide a mirror o’ someone else’s expectations. It’s much more difficult and very dicey, since I never know what someone else’s expectations are, and they may not be positive. In this case, I tried t’ reflect your true desire. I didn’t know what that desire was, and I still don’t. It was just in your mind, Minerva. That’s all it was. Just showin’ you what was in your own mind. That’s all,” he repeated. “And I don’t know what that was. Honestly.”

That was some parlour trick Quin can do there. He’s actually a living, breathing version of the Mirror of Erised. How cool is that?? I hate the fact that once again he’s kissing Minerva but this time it’s not as bad since he’s proving a point and one that Minerva needed to see/feel. Having Quin morph into Albus (at least in her mind as he’s kissing her) should tell her to get off her bum and make a play for Albus. If she doesn’t risk anything, there’s nothing to be gained. How sad for everyone!!

It did not go unnoticed that the house elf refers to Quin as Mr. Aileen’s wizard…much like Wilspy referring to Minerva as Professor Dumbledore’s Professor. That’s very telling I think and at least it shows that Albus and Minerva will eventually get together. Let’s just hope it’s before they’re too old and gray to really enjoy being together…wink wink.

Thanks for the lovely update. Let’s do this again tomorrow, shall we??

[Alesia]

I love the house elf. Minerva looks to have finally gotten all of the clue by fours lined up to smack her right in the face. Now lets see what Albus's clue by fours look like. Thanks for the reference to Gertie's response to Albus's still unknown request.

Still loving it and like the Duo says Let's do this again tomorrow! Please