Post by laundry basket on Aug 8, 2007 19:34:09 GMT -5
Author's Note: Meh, this is short. But . . . I like it. And it goes with my other fic posted in this section, "The Only One I See." 'Cause the titles of both are from the song 'L-O-V-E' by Nat King Cole, which is seriously the most awesome song. 
Mhm.
Also, it's Prompt #40 ((Sight)) for the 100prompts challenge!
- - -
L is for the way you look at me
Minerva concentrated on the chessboard below her. It was easy to see that a few strategically placed moves would let her capture Albus’s queen. At this thought Minerva frowned. He had not been playing up to his usual standards lately, she mused, idly fingering an exasperated-looking rook. She had won three of their five chess games the night before, and if things went as she expected, she would win every game they had played tonight.
The thought upset her for some reason. If Albus was not playing as he usually did, then something was wrong, and that troubled Minerva far more than she was prepared to admit. But if it was simply that he had stopped trying – well, letting her win was foolish and sure to cause a rise in her temper, easy to see. Her heart sank as the thought came unbidden into her mind that perhaps he did not enjoy playing chess with her anymore.
Trying not to let her distress show on her face, Minerva finally moved her rook upwards.
“Your turn, Albus,” she said kindly, thinking he might not have been paying attention in the long time it took her to move. However, when she looked up, Minerva found that his eyes swerved away from hers quickly. Had he been watching her?
“Right, of course,” he murmured, observing the fidgeting chess pieces with barely any interest at all. Minerva moved her head downwards so as to absently pick at her fingernails – a horrible habit she’d been trying to get rid of for Merlin knew how long – when, out of the corner of her eye, she saw Albus’s eyes train on her again.
She dismissed the flutter in her stomach as too much treacle tart at dinner and played on.
Mhm.Also, it's Prompt #40 ((Sight)) for the 100prompts challenge!
- - -
L is for the way you look at me
Minerva concentrated on the chessboard below her. It was easy to see that a few strategically placed moves would let her capture Albus’s queen. At this thought Minerva frowned. He had not been playing up to his usual standards lately, she mused, idly fingering an exasperated-looking rook. She had won three of their five chess games the night before, and if things went as she expected, she would win every game they had played tonight.
The thought upset her for some reason. If Albus was not playing as he usually did, then something was wrong, and that troubled Minerva far more than she was prepared to admit. But if it was simply that he had stopped trying – well, letting her win was foolish and sure to cause a rise in her temper, easy to see. Her heart sank as the thought came unbidden into her mind that perhaps he did not enjoy playing chess with her anymore.
Trying not to let her distress show on her face, Minerva finally moved her rook upwards.
“Your turn, Albus,” she said kindly, thinking he might not have been paying attention in the long time it took her to move. However, when she looked up, Minerva found that his eyes swerved away from hers quickly. Had he been watching her?
“Right, of course,” he murmured, observing the fidgeting chess pieces with barely any interest at all. Minerva moved her head downwards so as to absently pick at her fingernails – a horrible habit she’d been trying to get rid of for Merlin knew how long – when, out of the corner of her eye, she saw Albus’s eyes train on her again.
She dismissed the flutter in her stomach as too much treacle tart at dinner and played on.
