Post by tabbycat on Aug 28, 2007 17:44:24 GMT -5
summary: Minerva is furious at Peeves, but learns a little more than she bargained for as a result of it. It's just an innocent little fic 
disclaimer: all characters belong to JK Rowling. ;D
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Minerva slammed the window shut, sopping wet from a mean-spirited peeves. Furious, she cursed. "Right," she said, narrowing her eyes. "This has gone too far."
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"No," albus said, simply. "Minerva, we have had this discussion." He pushed the glass orb on his desk towards her. "His widow is the sole possessor of his ghost. Peeves is entrusted to us."
"Well tell her that she can have him back," Minerva said, shoving the glass orb back towards Albus, "His wife can see to him." She sniffed indignantly as her dress began to drip onto the carpet in his office. Albus scoffed, trying not to notice Minerva's figure.
"Don't you understand, Minerva," he said, his voice booming and frustrated. "Immogen is a muggle woman, she cannot see him."
Albus looked down at his hands, sadly. "Imagine drifting next to the person you love, for all of eternity, and never being able to touch them. Watching them age, watching them go on without you. Watching them love another and never being able to hold them in your arms."
Severus, who had been grading papers, stopped what he was doing in order to note the irony of Albus' chosen words.
"Yes," he said sarcastically, looking from Minerva to Albus, "Imagine that."
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Minerva gasped. "Immogen, she never knew Peeves was a wizard, but why? Surely he-"
"No," Albus said, looking sadly into Minerva's eyes. "He wanted her protected."
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Peeves remained on the other side of the door, holding onto the tear-stained doorknob. Muttering something about wasting his time, he skulked to the land of the muggles, watching Immogen buy fruits at the market, and wishing, that he could just reach out to her once... and remember. Of course, muggles would never be able to see him, but every now and again Immogen would cock her head to the side and feel a breeze of fresh air. Shuddering, she would go about her daily routine. Sadly, Peeves lowered his head and floated away, secretly hoping that no other would experience what he was now, while they were alive: for that is a mistake he would never want any other to repeat. Wailing and shrieking, he flew off. In a ball of white and red, he opened his throat to scream and clutch at his heart.
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The castle was drenched in dusty snow, as Peeves made his way back to it. He stopped in front of Albus' Window, pruning back the window sill to catch his wet tears. Looking in, he saw Albus and Minerva separated by about 10 feet, grading essays. Every now and then they would look up at another when they thought that the other wasn't looking. Peeves shook his head rather sadly.
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Minerva looked up and quietly said, "It is tragic."
She looked at him with a breathless smile on her face.
Albus crooked the corners of his mouth up and then down, trying to prevent himself from laughing. "Why, Minerva, I never had you down for a romantic."
Minerva rolled her eyes. "You know very well that I am not."
"Ah, but that is love," Albus mused, quietly, as he watched her hair uncoil from its pins. "And all of the titles in all of the world cannot make up for the lack of it."
Minerva blushed. Albus coughed.
It would be a long winter, indeed.
fin.
disclaimer: all characters belong to JK Rowling. ;D
____________________
Minerva slammed the window shut, sopping wet from a mean-spirited peeves. Furious, she cursed. "Right," she said, narrowing her eyes. "This has gone too far."
____________________
"No," albus said, simply. "Minerva, we have had this discussion." He pushed the glass orb on his desk towards her. "His widow is the sole possessor of his ghost. Peeves is entrusted to us."
"Well tell her that she can have him back," Minerva said, shoving the glass orb back towards Albus, "His wife can see to him." She sniffed indignantly as her dress began to drip onto the carpet in his office. Albus scoffed, trying not to notice Minerva's figure.
"Don't you understand, Minerva," he said, his voice booming and frustrated. "Immogen is a muggle woman, she cannot see him."
Albus looked down at his hands, sadly. "Imagine drifting next to the person you love, for all of eternity, and never being able to touch them. Watching them age, watching them go on without you. Watching them love another and never being able to hold them in your arms."
Severus, who had been grading papers, stopped what he was doing in order to note the irony of Albus' chosen words.
"Yes," he said sarcastically, looking from Minerva to Albus, "Imagine that."
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Minerva gasped. "Immogen, she never knew Peeves was a wizard, but why? Surely he-"
"No," Albus said, looking sadly into Minerva's eyes. "He wanted her protected."
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Peeves remained on the other side of the door, holding onto the tear-stained doorknob. Muttering something about wasting his time, he skulked to the land of the muggles, watching Immogen buy fruits at the market, and wishing, that he could just reach out to her once... and remember. Of course, muggles would never be able to see him, but every now and again Immogen would cock her head to the side and feel a breeze of fresh air. Shuddering, she would go about her daily routine. Sadly, Peeves lowered his head and floated away, secretly hoping that no other would experience what he was now, while they were alive: for that is a mistake he would never want any other to repeat. Wailing and shrieking, he flew off. In a ball of white and red, he opened his throat to scream and clutch at his heart.
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The castle was drenched in dusty snow, as Peeves made his way back to it. He stopped in front of Albus' Window, pruning back the window sill to catch his wet tears. Looking in, he saw Albus and Minerva separated by about 10 feet, grading essays. Every now and then they would look up at another when they thought that the other wasn't looking. Peeves shook his head rather sadly.
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Minerva looked up and quietly said, "It is tragic."
She looked at him with a breathless smile on her face.
Albus crooked the corners of his mouth up and then down, trying to prevent himself from laughing. "Why, Minerva, I never had you down for a romantic."
Minerva rolled her eyes. "You know very well that I am not."
"Ah, but that is love," Albus mused, quietly, as he watched her hair uncoil from its pins. "And all of the titles in all of the world cannot make up for the lack of it."
Minerva blushed. Albus coughed.
It would be a long winter, indeed.
fin.
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