Post by osusprinks on Sept 3, 2011 17:17:54 GMT -5
Title: Hearts
Rating: E for Everyong
A/N: fanfic100 prompt #47: Heart. It's only 200 words, but it's a story and I wrote it! I haven't written anything in longer than I can remember, so be kind! Love, Sprinks
Minerva considered the board with a cat-like stare.
He had often seen Miss Norris stop and stare, her head tilted to the left and her eyes fixed on a specific place in space or perhaps in time; she was one feline he had never really understood.
Minerva moved her head to tilt to the right as he picked up another cookie, the only sign of her disapproval of his sweet tooth. Her tongue peeked out between clenched, white teeth and rosy lips, a sign she thought she had him.
He nibbled on the cookie before setting it down and picking up another. Minerva was now so focused, trying to see the moves he might make in response to hers that she did not notice his steady progress through the cookies, breaking and nibbling on parts of them. It was not until she made her move, a triumphant glee evident on her face that she realized what he had done.
All of her ginger cookies, once in the shape of newts, were now perfect hearts.
"Albus?"
He made a move, followed by a quiet, "check mate!"
"ALBUS!"
Rating: E for Everyong
A/N: fanfic100 prompt #47: Heart. It's only 200 words, but it's a story and I wrote it! I haven't written anything in longer than I can remember, so be kind! Love, Sprinks
Minerva considered the board with a cat-like stare.
He had often seen Miss Norris stop and stare, her head tilted to the left and her eyes fixed on a specific place in space or perhaps in time; she was one feline he had never really understood.
Minerva moved her head to tilt to the right as he picked up another cookie, the only sign of her disapproval of his sweet tooth. Her tongue peeked out between clenched, white teeth and rosy lips, a sign she thought she had him.
He nibbled on the cookie before setting it down and picking up another. Minerva was now so focused, trying to see the moves he might make in response to hers that she did not notice his steady progress through the cookies, breaking and nibbling on parts of them. It was not until she made her move, a triumphant glee evident on her face that she realized what he had done.
All of her ginger cookies, once in the shape of newts, were now perfect hearts.
"Albus?"
He made a move, followed by a quiet, "check mate!"
"ALBUS!"
