Post by beMMADfabulous on Jul 24, 2007 23:39:31 GMT -5
A/N:: Ookay, this is lame-ola, but the idea has been with me for awhile now, and my dear muse Tempest wouldn't let me dispose of it!
FanFic 100 Challenge #:: 078- Where
The clear, silvery moonlight shines brightly through the uncurtained window. Minerva's eyes flutter closed, and it is only now that she realizes just how weary she truly is, despite her constant urge to stay awake just a little while longer, though she does not know why. She wraps her arms tightly around herself, half because she is slightly chilled from the cool night air, half because she wishes to fill the void from the want of her husband's embrace. Minerva inhales deeply against the sleeve of his shirt she has been wearing to bed every night since he departed for a mission for the Ministry, allowing his sweet, comforting scent to calm and sooth her.
For a moment, she sees a flash of light in the distance, but no... She must have imagined it. Sighing to herself, she silently pleads with all of nature to soon bring him home safely. Their house is simply not a home without him in it.
Minerva tilts her head against the cold glass of the window, her breath fogging her vision. She curses herself for being so silly and waiting up for him like this every night.
"Where are you, Albus?" she says aloud.
A deep, familiar voice booms from the door behind her, though Minerva had not heard him enter.
"Right here, my love."
THE END
FanFic 100 Challenge #:: 078- Where
Where Are You?
The clear, silvery moonlight shines brightly through the uncurtained window. Minerva's eyes flutter closed, and it is only now that she realizes just how weary she truly is, despite her constant urge to stay awake just a little while longer, though she does not know why. She wraps her arms tightly around herself, half because she is slightly chilled from the cool night air, half because she wishes to fill the void from the want of her husband's embrace. Minerva inhales deeply against the sleeve of his shirt she has been wearing to bed every night since he departed for a mission for the Ministry, allowing his sweet, comforting scent to calm and sooth her.
For a moment, she sees a flash of light in the distance, but no... She must have imagined it. Sighing to herself, she silently pleads with all of nature to soon bring him home safely. Their house is simply not a home without him in it.
Minerva tilts her head against the cold glass of the window, her breath fogging her vision. She curses herself for being so silly and waiting up for him like this every night.
"Where are you, Albus?" she says aloud.
A deep, familiar voice booms from the door behind her, though Minerva had not heard him enter.
"Right here, my love."
THE END
