Post by McGonagallsGirl on Aug 17, 2010 2:01:32 GMT -5
I've written just the tiniest ficlet. Actually, I wrote it back in June, but I've only just now decided to publish it. Feedback makes me sing songs of joy 
It had been June for an entire week already, and for Minerva McGonagall, sitting in her office gazing out the window at the afternoon sky, June was a particularly dispiriting month. April meant flowers, and May meant warmth; July was a holiday and August, a return home. But June was his month now.
She hoped, some year in the not so far away future, that June would mean other things again. That it might be shared amongst many things, perhaps even sunshine. That he might be relegated to the specific day that he died.
It wasn’t that she wanted to forget him. It was only that his omnipresence made June an unbearable month... he would understand this, surely. He was wise in the ways of grief.
At this particular moment, May seemed like only yesterday. A month of celebrations to mark what was popularly known as Wizarding Independence Day. Feasts and memorials, dirges and celebration marches, it was all in the same breath. A taxing experience, particularly to maintain for the entire month as was the present custom.
Minerva knew, from personal experience, that the excitement would die down and the events would stream-line. Eventually the Battle of Hogwarts, like Albus Dumbledore, might also be relegated to a single day. With a little luck, at any rate.
Let there be no misunderstanding, Minerva was an extremely brave and incredibly strong woman. After all of this time, how could it be otherwise? Still, for a few more years at least, she knew she’d have to keep her head down and run during June. Due to her unparalleled intelligence, her thoughts had a life of their own, and would catch her and hold her hostage in the month of June.
Mind, it was unlikely that anyone would notice, in June, if Minerva simply disappeared into herself. At this point in the year the school was being carried forward by its own momentum. The exam period was well underway, and the next time the Headmistress would have any task of considerable importance, and therefore be missed if she was gone, would be in August. Her mind might have carried her off to anywhere by then. Best not to give it the chance, really. Best to keep running.
Therefore Minerva sat at the desk in her office, sipping tea and thinking terribly hard about not thinking about anything. It was not one of her stronger strategies.
The breeze fluttered in and out of her window, distant laughter could be heard from the entrance courtyard below, and the loudest noise within the room was the steady, dependable, commanding ticking of the clock on the mantle. It was a reminder that June was, at the very least, slowly clicking by. Minerva was grateful. It gave her something to hold on to. And it would have to do, for this year at least.
June
It had been June for an entire week already, and for Minerva McGonagall, sitting in her office gazing out the window at the afternoon sky, June was a particularly dispiriting month. April meant flowers, and May meant warmth; July was a holiday and August, a return home. But June was his month now.
She hoped, some year in the not so far away future, that June would mean other things again. That it might be shared amongst many things, perhaps even sunshine. That he might be relegated to the specific day that he died.
It wasn’t that she wanted to forget him. It was only that his omnipresence made June an unbearable month... he would understand this, surely. He was wise in the ways of grief.
At this particular moment, May seemed like only yesterday. A month of celebrations to mark what was popularly known as Wizarding Independence Day. Feasts and memorials, dirges and celebration marches, it was all in the same breath. A taxing experience, particularly to maintain for the entire month as was the present custom.
Minerva knew, from personal experience, that the excitement would die down and the events would stream-line. Eventually the Battle of Hogwarts, like Albus Dumbledore, might also be relegated to a single day. With a little luck, at any rate.
Let there be no misunderstanding, Minerva was an extremely brave and incredibly strong woman. After all of this time, how could it be otherwise? Still, for a few more years at least, she knew she’d have to keep her head down and run during June. Due to her unparalleled intelligence, her thoughts had a life of their own, and would catch her and hold her hostage in the month of June.
Mind, it was unlikely that anyone would notice, in June, if Minerva simply disappeared into herself. At this point in the year the school was being carried forward by its own momentum. The exam period was well underway, and the next time the Headmistress would have any task of considerable importance, and therefore be missed if she was gone, would be in August. Her mind might have carried her off to anywhere by then. Best not to give it the chance, really. Best to keep running.
Therefore Minerva sat at the desk in her office, sipping tea and thinking terribly hard about not thinking about anything. It was not one of her stronger strategies.
The breeze fluttered in and out of her window, distant laughter could be heard from the entrance courtyard below, and the loudest noise within the room was the steady, dependable, commanding ticking of the clock on the mantle. It was a reminder that June was, at the very least, slowly clicking by. Minerva was grateful. It gave her something to hold on to. And it would have to do, for this year at least.
