Post by laundry basket on Jul 24, 2007 10:12:55 GMT -5
Disclaimer: Suprise, suprise, I don't own Harry Potter!
Author's Note: This was inspired by the song 'L-O-V-E' by Nat King Cole. I actually wrote a short vigenette for the first line ("L is for the way you look at me") but this is longer so I thought I'd post it first. The line is, "O is for the only one I see." Enjoy!
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“Min, face it! You need a man!”
Minerva grimaced into her porridge. When was Rolanda going to take a hint and shut up?
“I’m perfectly fine now, thanks,” she returned icily, sprinkled salt into her bowl. She caught Rolanda rolling her eyes at Poppy.
“You’re going to become a lonely old spinster and die,” Rolanda informed her calmly. “Die, Min, die.” Minerva listened with detached interest as her best friend pulled the word ‘die’ out for at least thirty seconds.
“Are you quite finished?” Minerva asked with a touch of exasperation in her voice when Rolanda paused to draw breath. She nodded, and Minerva continued. “And so help me God, you call me ‘Min’ one more time and I will make sure you spend the rest of your life as a potted plant.” With a flash of pleasure, she saw Rolanda gulp and look helplessly at Poppy, who shook her head quickly. Both women had learned long ago to take Minerva’s threats of Transfiguration seriously.
“Hey, wait a moment, I’m not finished!”
Minerva stifled a groan as she resolutely turned back to her now slightly cold porridge.
“I think Ro is right,” Poppy piped up bravely from the other side of the table. “A man would do you good, Min—erva!” she finished hastily when the Deputy Headmistress sent her a death glare.
“Thank you all so very much for your fascinating opinions on my love life,” Minerva said, sarcasm lacing her words, “but you’ll just have to realise that I don’t care.”
“You know, I have a cousin, Mortemus … I could set you up!” interrupted Victoria Vector in a happy voice. The Arithmancy professor looked quite pleased with herself.
“Oooh, could you?” asked Rolanda excitedly, and Victoria nodded.
“He’s somewhere abroad now, though, but he’s coming to visit soon.”
“I like it!” Poppy said delightedly, spearing her sausage with much more gusto than necessary.
“You could wear those blue dress robes I bought you last year,” Rolanda interjected earnestly.
“And leave your hair down, I’ve always thought it looked pretty that way,” shared the Astronomy professor, Auriga Sinistra.
“Yeah, Aur’s right, leave your hair down, maybe with those lovely sapphire earrings of yours?” questioned Pomona, taking an interest in the conversation now that it had turned to the topic of a possible love interest for Minerva. Of course.
“And you could visit Hogsemeade!” cried Poppy.
“You should go to the Three Broomsticks, more people and all—“ Rolanda said in a scarily logical way, and Minerva snorted softly.
“— And we’d go too, to look after you, because face it Min, you’re hopeless on dates,” finished Poppy, and Minerva didn’t bother to correct the name.
“I don’t want to go out on a date,” Minerva stated decisively.
“But Min, you –”
“I. Don’t. Want. To,” she said through gritted teeth. “Here comes the Headmaster.” She was right; Albus was striding into the Great Hall, which was large and cavernous without the usual jumble of students. Of course, Minerva would never admit that she actually missed the students during the summer.
In Albus’s wake came the rest of the male professors. “Must’ve been having some freakish bonding session,” Poppy muttered quietly, and Minerva suppressed a chuckle. As Albus approached the table he smiled kindly before taking his usual seat beside her.
“I hope you ladies been able to entertain yourselves in our absence?” he asked, scooping mashed potatoes onto his place.
“Quite,” Rolanda responded airily. “We’ve just been having a little girl talk. So, what about Mortemus, Min?”
“Who?” she asked vaguely as Albus sent another smile in her direction.
Author's Note: This was inspired by the song 'L-O-V-E' by Nat King Cole. I actually wrote a short vigenette for the first line ("L is for the way you look at me") but this is longer so I thought I'd post it first. The line is, "O is for the only one I see." Enjoy!
-:-
“Min, face it! You need a man!”
Minerva grimaced into her porridge. When was Rolanda going to take a hint and shut up?
“I’m perfectly fine now, thanks,” she returned icily, sprinkled salt into her bowl. She caught Rolanda rolling her eyes at Poppy.
“You’re going to become a lonely old spinster and die,” Rolanda informed her calmly. “Die, Min, die.” Minerva listened with detached interest as her best friend pulled the word ‘die’ out for at least thirty seconds.
“Are you quite finished?” Minerva asked with a touch of exasperation in her voice when Rolanda paused to draw breath. She nodded, and Minerva continued. “And so help me God, you call me ‘Min’ one more time and I will make sure you spend the rest of your life as a potted plant.” With a flash of pleasure, she saw Rolanda gulp and look helplessly at Poppy, who shook her head quickly. Both women had learned long ago to take Minerva’s threats of Transfiguration seriously.
“Hey, wait a moment, I’m not finished!”
Minerva stifled a groan as she resolutely turned back to her now slightly cold porridge.
“I think Ro is right,” Poppy piped up bravely from the other side of the table. “A man would do you good, Min—erva!” she finished hastily when the Deputy Headmistress sent her a death glare.
“Thank you all so very much for your fascinating opinions on my love life,” Minerva said, sarcasm lacing her words, “but you’ll just have to realise that I don’t care.”
“You know, I have a cousin, Mortemus … I could set you up!” interrupted Victoria Vector in a happy voice. The Arithmancy professor looked quite pleased with herself.
“Oooh, could you?” asked Rolanda excitedly, and Victoria nodded.
“He’s somewhere abroad now, though, but he’s coming to visit soon.”
“I like it!” Poppy said delightedly, spearing her sausage with much more gusto than necessary.
“You could wear those blue dress robes I bought you last year,” Rolanda interjected earnestly.
“And leave your hair down, I’ve always thought it looked pretty that way,” shared the Astronomy professor, Auriga Sinistra.
“Yeah, Aur’s right, leave your hair down, maybe with those lovely sapphire earrings of yours?” questioned Pomona, taking an interest in the conversation now that it had turned to the topic of a possible love interest for Minerva. Of course.
“And you could visit Hogsemeade!” cried Poppy.
“You should go to the Three Broomsticks, more people and all—“ Rolanda said in a scarily logical way, and Minerva snorted softly.
“— And we’d go too, to look after you, because face it Min, you’re hopeless on dates,” finished Poppy, and Minerva didn’t bother to correct the name.
“I don’t want to go out on a date,” Minerva stated decisively.
“But Min, you –”
“I. Don’t. Want. To,” she said through gritted teeth. “Here comes the Headmaster.” She was right; Albus was striding into the Great Hall, which was large and cavernous without the usual jumble of students. Of course, Minerva would never admit that she actually missed the students during the summer.
In Albus’s wake came the rest of the male professors. “Must’ve been having some freakish bonding session,” Poppy muttered quietly, and Minerva suppressed a chuckle. As Albus approached the table he smiled kindly before taking his usual seat beside her.
“I hope you ladies been able to entertain yourselves in our absence?” he asked, scooping mashed potatoes onto his place.
“Quite,” Rolanda responded airily. “We’ve just been having a little girl talk. So, what about Mortemus, Min?”
“Who?” she asked vaguely as Albus sent another smile in her direction.
