Post by laundry basket on Apr 7, 2007 20:46:34 GMT -5
Author's Note: I have no idea why I am writing this when I have several other fics I should be finishing. But this just... called to me. So, I hope you all enjoy the product of my randomness 
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, haven't you figured that out by now?
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Meeting the Dumbledore's
Minerva McGonagall had never been a heavy sleeper. She awoke with the slightest of noises, and had difficulty falling asleep at night. However, she despised taking the grotesque tasting potions Poppy recommended for her, so she got by on very little sleep each night. And when a person has gotten only a tad more than four hours of sleep at night, it is generally not a good idea to wake them with loud noises.
Of course, Peeves had never been the brightest poltergeist.
"Professor Minnie, wakey up, wakey up, time to wakey up!" He cackled, flying around her bed. It would not have been so bad, Minerva reflected later, if he had only been flying. Then she would have been able to transfigure her necklace into some sort of restraining device and gotten a few more moments peace.
She could not, however, find a way to take that blasted frying pan from him.
"Up, up, time to get up! No sleep for Professor Minnie, time to wakey up!" Peeves insisted, banging the pan for all it was worth and causing the Transfiguration professor to believe she had gone partially deaf. Shoving her head beneath her pillow, Minerva groaned and mumbled something she certainly never would have said if there had been students present. Peeves only laughed louder and flew up to her side.
"Professor Minnie doesn't want to wakey up? Well, then she will have to miss her meeting with the ickle Headmaster...."
It is quite interesting to note that Minerva McGonagall has now set the record as the person to be the closest to becoming scared to death. She jumped from her bed- or attempted to. It happens that bed covers tend to wrap around a person when sleep, causing said person to become entangled. Trying to exit the bed before untangling oneself invariably leads to disaster, which is how Minerva's day began.
She fell to the floor with a loud "Oomph!" landing hard on her stomach. Minerva screwed her eyes shut as a wave of pain coursed through her knees, no longer as limber as they had been in her youth. Making sure the feeling had passed, she shoved the offending bed covers from around her middle and stood, trying to look menacing. However, menacing and all synonyms of that word are not usually used to describe a person who is wobbling slightly and waving their arms about to achieve balance.
Finally locating her inner balance, Minerva glared at the poltergeist, who was now snickering behind his hand.
"Peeves, if you are not out of my room in the next five seconds you are going to have to deal with something incredibly painful being shoved up your arse," she threatened, grabbing her wand from the bedside table and extending it toward him. Peeves gulped, not sure if she was to be taken seriously. In the end he decided it was better safe than sorry and flew threw the opposite wall, throwing several insults over his shoulder. Shrugging them off, Minerva carefully replaced her bed covers and made her bed as she did every morning. Accomplishing that, she sighed and sat down at her dressing table, carefully brushing through her hair. And as she did that, it hit her out of the blue, the meeting she had with Professor Dumbledore, and why today was so important:
Today was the day she was meeting Albus Dumbledore's family.
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, haven't you figured that out by now?
~*~*~*~*~*~
Meeting the Dumbledore's
Minerva McGonagall had never been a heavy sleeper. She awoke with the slightest of noises, and had difficulty falling asleep at night. However, she despised taking the grotesque tasting potions Poppy recommended for her, so she got by on very little sleep each night. And when a person has gotten only a tad more than four hours of sleep at night, it is generally not a good idea to wake them with loud noises.
Of course, Peeves had never been the brightest poltergeist.
"Professor Minnie, wakey up, wakey up, time to wakey up!" He cackled, flying around her bed. It would not have been so bad, Minerva reflected later, if he had only been flying. Then she would have been able to transfigure her necklace into some sort of restraining device and gotten a few more moments peace.
She could not, however, find a way to take that blasted frying pan from him.
"Up, up, time to get up! No sleep for Professor Minnie, time to wakey up!" Peeves insisted, banging the pan for all it was worth and causing the Transfiguration professor to believe she had gone partially deaf. Shoving her head beneath her pillow, Minerva groaned and mumbled something she certainly never would have said if there had been students present. Peeves only laughed louder and flew up to her side.
"Professor Minnie doesn't want to wakey up? Well, then she will have to miss her meeting with the ickle Headmaster...."
It is quite interesting to note that Minerva McGonagall has now set the record as the person to be the closest to becoming scared to death. She jumped from her bed- or attempted to. It happens that bed covers tend to wrap around a person when sleep, causing said person to become entangled. Trying to exit the bed before untangling oneself invariably leads to disaster, which is how Minerva's day began.
She fell to the floor with a loud "Oomph!" landing hard on her stomach. Minerva screwed her eyes shut as a wave of pain coursed through her knees, no longer as limber as they had been in her youth. Making sure the feeling had passed, she shoved the offending bed covers from around her middle and stood, trying to look menacing. However, menacing and all synonyms of that word are not usually used to describe a person who is wobbling slightly and waving their arms about to achieve balance.
Finally locating her inner balance, Minerva glared at the poltergeist, who was now snickering behind his hand.
"Peeves, if you are not out of my room in the next five seconds you are going to have to deal with something incredibly painful being shoved up your arse," she threatened, grabbing her wand from the bedside table and extending it toward him. Peeves gulped, not sure if she was to be taken seriously. In the end he decided it was better safe than sorry and flew threw the opposite wall, throwing several insults over his shoulder. Shrugging them off, Minerva carefully replaced her bed covers and made her bed as she did every morning. Accomplishing that, she sighed and sat down at her dressing table, carefully brushing through her hair. And as she did that, it hit her out of the blue, the meeting she had with Professor Dumbledore, and why today was so important:
Today was the day she was meeting Albus Dumbledore's family.
You can really tell this is not going to be her day at all. Hopefully it'll be okay and she'll have Albus there to help her! Peeves really needs talking to. Or hitting over the head with the frying pan.
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