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Post by dianahawthorne on Dec 11, 2010 19:17:04 GMT -5
Please post links to your gifts here. If you have a small graphic or are giving the fic to your recipient for their own use, you may post those here.
Be sure to PM your recipient with the gift first, so that they can view it before everyone else does.
Gifts must be posted by January 6th, but you may begin posting them as soon as you finish. Remember...no discussion! Someone may create a discussion thread for the gifts if they like, but this thread is for drop off only!
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Post by Bola on Dec 20, 2010 4:18:31 GMT -5
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Post by starietartan on Dec 24, 2010 21:23:38 GMT -5
To: Rosemary Dumbledore McGonagall  Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year to all. Attachments:
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Post by minnie313 on Dec 25, 2010 5:22:40 GMT -5
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Post by bestwishes4Maggie! on Dec 29, 2010 1:01:15 GMT -5
Bola was my SS and she got her gift! It is not able to be posted since it is to large, but I sent it over email. (Thanks for your help.) It was a slideshow! Thanks, Happy New Year!
~S xoxo
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Post by Rosemary Dumbledore McGonagall on Jan 3, 2011 15:01:05 GMT -5
PHEW! Just in time! Thought I wouldn't manage it but I did! Well enjoy!
Dearest Athena, here it is my story for you! Merry Christmas and I hope this isn't too poor for you!
Set after the end of Chamber of Secrets.
Things had been quite tense at Hogwarts when the Chamber was reopened, so naturally things didn't go quite as smoothly for the Headmaster and his Deputy for the normal school duties, let alone their secret times together.
However at the end of the year feast, everyone was relaxed, even to the point where Professor Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall held hands in the Great Hall; thinking nobody was looking.
"Hey guys."
"What?"
"What is it Harry?"
"Look at Dumbledore and McGonagall."
"Bloody Hell........ You don't think......."
"It's sweet actually."
"Yeah right."
"She is kinda right Ron."
"But McGonagall.... She's old?!"
"'Show me a witch who isn't about status and you'll show me a woman who isn't about power.'"
"And in English Hermione?"
"Never mind Ronald."
In the end, Harry and Hermione convinced Ron not to share what they spoke of, though would many people have believed it at their age?
Well....... That's a different tale to tell.
Hope it was ok! If you have comments or what not send it to me via PM! R DM
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Post by dianahawthorne on Jan 3, 2011 18:14:50 GMT -5
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Post by silvertabby on Jan 5, 2011 12:28:40 GMT -5
to Bree
It was a fact, known by everybody at Hogwarts, that professor McGonagall was not one to hold with sentimental foolishness. The simple fact that Christmas was only two days away wouldn’t usually stop her from giving her class homework or from working almost 20 hours a day. So it was not so unexpected that Christmas eve, the night when almost everybody was merrily passing their time playing wizard’s chess or fighting with snowballs or in the staff’s case drinking themselves senseless, found professor McGonagall, with a glass of fire whiskey in one hand and a load of paperwork, seated in the staff room.
‘come have a cookie honey, forget about all that junk 1’
McGonagall rolled her eyes. This ? What’s this? Of course, she sighed. The headmaster had once again forgotten to sign all of the papers she’d given him to sign. She sighed. Sometimes I think he’s doing it on purpose, she muttered. Bloody git.
‘what do you think Minerva? Minerva! You aren’t listening!’ the flight instructor protested, pulling the other witch’s sleeve.
‘what?’ she asked not looking up.
Madam Hooch got up, not without a certain difficulty, and pulled the papers out of McGonagall’s hands. The other woman took off her glasses, protesting slightly.
‘you’re not working tonight. ‘
McGonagall massaged her back, frowning slightly.
‘Not my fault. It’s his fault! He did it again, he’s always doing it just to drive me mad!!’
‘The Head?’
‘The old man intentionally forgets to sign some of his papers, just to get on my nerves.
Madam Hooch looked at her skeptically . Then burst laughter.
‘do you know what I think? I think he’s doing it only to get to see more of you!’
‘Don’t be ridiculous!’ What would he want to see me for?’ the respectable lady asked, straitening her skirt.
Madam Hooch rolled her eyes. ‘You have no Idea, do you,
professor McGonagall?’
McGonagall got up, trying to look respectable.
‘All right Rolanda, I’m going up to get those papers signed. You try not to do anything stupid.’
Madam Hooch saw McGonagall out then came back to announce in her drunken reverie ‘Don’t call me Rolanda Hooch if they’re not hitting it off tonight.’ Filch giggled so hard he actually fell off his chair, while poor Severus Snape chocked looking horrified.
Professor McGonagall knocked on the headmaster’s door three times and waited patiently, tapping her foot. The sound was horrid; the poor man came out in about three seconds, clad in a purple dressing gown.
‘Can I come in?’
‘Yes. Of course, Minerva.’ Dumbledore said, looking rather taken aback, though not displeased.
He let her in. She walked into his office, holding her papers in front of her bosom.
They got to his desk. And were standing opposite each other, over the desk.
‘Yes, my dear professor, what is it?’ he asked kindly.
McGonagall placed the papers on the desk in front of him.
‘Look, Dumbledore, I’m afraid it’s those papers the ministry’s sent. You seem to heve forgotten to sign-
They were both leaning over the said papers, frowning. Phineas nigelus coughed. Headmaster dipped thrilled innocently’ Someone’s getting laid tonight, I believe.’
‘What?’ McGonagall retorted angrily, looking up at him over her spectacles .
‘She’s so sexy when she gets angry isn’t she?’ the old man in the portrait winked
‘I beg your pardon?!’ McGonagall said shocked enough.
Dumbledore smiled.
‘She is. Now if you please, we heve serious buissness at hand, sirs.’
‘yes of course. Didn’t say any different.’ Dippit said with mocking solemnity. Cgonagall nodded curtly and looked away. ‘but, if you don’t mind-‘ The pair of them looked up at him blankly. Phineas nigellus sniggered.
‘Yes. Yes. What is it?’ mcgonagall blurted out impatiently.
‘You do know where you’re just standing, don’t you?
Headmaster Dumbledore and professor mcgonagall looked up above their heads at the same time. Above them a small bunch of mistletoe looking back at them innocently enough.
McGonagall leaned her head back in realization as Dumbledore chuckled softly.
‘yes, of course’ he said silently. ‘Come here and let me kiss you, professor’
She rolled her eyes, leaning in at the same time. Dumbledore kissed her on both cheeks, then patted her shoulder.
‘Really, who puts mistletoe over their desk. ‘ she shook her head slightly as they turned back to the ministry papers .
‘I was lucky it was you and not snape coming to see me tonight.’
‘So that’s why you looked close to having a stroke when you opened the door…’ McGonagall said .they both fell about laughing like maniacs and clutching one another. Maybe, it was all that stress the portraits thought watching, or perhaps just the strong liquor. Oh well, it’s only Christmas once a year.
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Post by Ashlynn Minerva Rose on Jan 6, 2011 0:11:54 GMT -5
So, I already sent my gift to my secret santa, and they haven't seen it yet, but I will not be in town for the next couple of days, so I'm just going to post it here. For Minerva's Kitten |
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Post by harmonydumbledore on Jan 6, 2011 8:57:50 GMT -5
For Minnie313
Sorry for my tardiness darling I hope you approve of you late Christmas and New Year's gift!
This is set some time in the early 60s.
THE PICTURE IN HIS DRAWER
A fact unknown by nearly all of Hogwarts is the picture hidden in the top right hand side of Albus Dumbledore's desk drawer. He does not set it on his desk for all to see because it is a private photo for his private moments. When he has free time he takes the photo out and sets it on his desk just staring at it with a soft smile on his face and a dazzling twinkle of sentimentality in his eyes.
After a time the picture goes back into the drawer and Albus returns to work humming softly like a busy little bee. He works long and diligently till he is finished with the day's work. That is when Albus Dumbledore stands from his large chair and stretches working out his kinks. He heads upstairs to his private quarters and sees what is on that picture hidden in his desk.
He sees his lovely young wife, Minerva, smiling down at their first child, a son named Brian. He sees this picture in his desk and his mind and Albus knows…..All is Well.
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Post by McGonagallsGirl on Jan 6, 2011 23:44:34 GMT -5
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Post by pinnacle on Jan 7, 2011 0:09:20 GMT -5
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