Post by Sensiblyquirky on Aug 8, 2004 20:24:27 GMT -5
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Happy Birthday, Minerva
Minerva McGonagall was not one of those people who hated to wake up in the morning, because she always believed if the sun was up she should be as well. But with Dolores Umbridge’s presence at Hogwarts there had been many mornings where Minerva did not want to get out of bed. Today the need to stay in bed was even greater because it was her birthday. Usually the staff would throw her a little party, and Albus would always spend the evening with her and would let her decide what they were going to do. This year, however, she knew there would be no party and Albus would be too busy to entertain her for evening. The party she could live without, but she loved it when she could spend time alone with her best friend, and the only man she had ever loved, so knowing she couldn’t have his undivided attention tonight left her feeling sad and very alone.
Rising to get ready for the day she caught a whiff of a very pleasant smell, like flowers she thought to herself. ‘I wonder where that is coming from.’ Walking into her sitting room Minerva couldn’t believe her eyes. In fact she didn’t and blinked several times to make sure she was seeing straight. Her sitting room was covered in roses: red, white, yellow, orange, pink, and violet roses everywhere. Most were in vases, but a few were scattered on the floor. She spent twenty minutes looking for a note, or any indication of who sent all these flowers but there was none. Walking into the bathroom she silently hoped that it was Albus, but quickly chided herself for thinking it. ‘We have known each other for fifty years, and he has never done something like this. Why would he start now? Just give it up, and get over him Minerva,’ she kept repeating to herself all morning but she couldn’t kill that little bit of hope lingering in her heart that “her Albus” had sent those flowers.
Once she had taken her seat at the staff table for breakfast, she waited for someone, even Severus, to say something about today being her birthday. No one said a thing, but Minerva gave her colleagues the benefit of the doubt: ‘they are just stressed right now with that toad here. Besides it’s just a birthday and I’ve had quite a few, so why am I getting all depressed? C’mon Minerva it’s just a birthday.’ With all those thoughts running through her head Minerva missed the Headmaster’s greeting, and finally snapped out of it when he touched her lightly on the arm.
“Something on your mind, my dear?”
“Oh. Good morning, Albus. Yes, actually there is. When I woke up this morning someone had sent me flowers, but there was no note indicating whom they were from. I was trying to think of who could have sent them. Any ideas?” Minerva hoped that he would just say yes I sent them, or that the flowers would jog his memory and he would at least wish her a happy birthday.
“No, I’m sorry, my dear, I can’t think of anyone. That’s nice though that someone would just send you flowers without a reason.”
Tears immediately came into Minerva’s eyes after that last statement, and she was silent for the rest of breakfast excusing herself as early as possible to get away from everybody. While walking to her office she was more upset with herself than Albus, ‘stupid! Stupid, how could I think he sent them, or that he would ever return my feelings?’
Once inside her office Minerva burst into tears, but then she noticed a large parcel lying on her desk. Approaching cautiously she noticed that once again no note accompanied the gift, and sighing to herself she carefully lifted the top off the box.
Minerva was unable to hold back a gasp as she took in the contents of the box. Inside was a set of new dress robes, and they were in sky blue. Holding them up she had to admit they were very beautiful, and her size as well but who could have sent them? Minerva couldn’t decide whether to be happy that someone thought this highly of her, or upset because this person wanted to remain anonymous.
During her morning lessons Minerva couldn’t get the events of the day out of her head and she repeatedly went over and over all the men she knew, but she could think of no one besides Albus who would have sent her the flowers and the robes, and after breakfast she had quickly given up all hope that it was him.
The morning went by surprisingly fast, and Minerva chalked that up to not having had an encounter with Umbridge yet, so before she knew it she was sitting in the Great Hall for lunch. Still focused on who her admirer could be it wasn’t until the owl nipped at her finger that she noticed the mail had arrived, and she had a package. This one was small, and it came with a letter!
So consumed with wanting to know who had sent her the gifts Minerva didn’t even wait till she was out of the hall before opening the letter. It read:
My Minerva,
“All the melody on earth is concentrated in my Jane’s tongue to my ear (I am glad it is not naturally a silent one); all the sunshine I can feel is in her presence…Jane suits me. Do I suit her?”
You, my love, are to me as Jane was to Mr. Rochester.
There were tears in Minerva’s eyes when she finished reading the letter. Not only at the lack of a name, but this person had quoted one of her favorite books. When she opened the package Minerva could not stop a few tears from sliding down her cheeks. It was a very early copy of Charlotte Bronte’s Jane Eyre. She had wanted one of the first editions for years, but had never been able to find one.
Her afternoon classes went by incredibly slow. Her mind, for once, was not on the task at hand, and she couldn’t wait to get back to her chambers to see if her secret admirer had left another gift for her. This time she was not disappointed, and upon arriving at her rooms she found a small figurine of herself as a quidditch player flying around her room and lying on her desk was another note. Minerva approached the note with some trepidation. She wanted to know who it was, but deep down she wanted it to be Albus. She told herself it wasn’t from him, but without a signed name her dreams of having Albus return her feelings could be kept in tact yet if there was a name and it wasn’t him her heart would be broken.
Slowly she read the letter:
My Kitten,
Touch your figurine at nine tonight if you want to know who I am. It will turn into a portkey, and bring you to me.
It was 8:55 and Minerva was a nervous wreck. She had eaten very little at Dinner, and had spoken to no one. She was pacing in her sitting room dressed in her new dress robes with her hair down, but she couldn’t decide whether she should go or not. ‘Where am I going? Is it safe, or is this some trap? Do I need to tell someone where I’m going,’ she kept thinking to herself but she also knew that she wanted to go. She needed to know who this person was, and so at nine o’clock she threw caution to the wind and grabbed hold of her figurine.
Minerva landed in a dimly lit room, with a table set for two and romantic music playing. All of a sudden she heard a noise behind her and she immediately turned around, her hand half way to her wand when she realized whom it was.
Standing before her looking as handsome as ever was: Albus Dumbledore. Minerva couldn’t help it she started to cry. Sobs were wrenching from her throat, and her heart was beating so loud she was sure he could hear it.
Misreading the crying Albus’ face fell. “I’m sorry, my dear, if I am not who you expected. Perhaps you could consent to dinner, and just forget this ever happened. Again, I am sor-,” but Albus never got to finish his statement because Minerva had planted her lips over his. Immediately Albus’ arms went around her waist pulling her as close as possible.
It was Minerva who broke the kiss. “No Albus, I’m crying because I can’t believe it is you. I wanted it to be you so much, but after breakfast this morning I just told myself it wasn’t you. Then to come in here and see you, the only man I have ever loved and to know you return my feelings after thinking all these years that you could never love me and to know it was you who sent me all those beautiful things and made my birthday so special, was just more than I could handle. ”
“Oh, my love,” he replied gently wiping her tears away, “There has never been anybody for me, but you. I am sorry about breakfast. I never wanted to hurt you.”
“Oh, Albus. Why didn’t you say something earlier?”
“Fear. I was convinced you couldn’t love me, and I didn’t want to risk losing your friendship. I guess I just got tired of hiding my feelings, and I knew you needed an extra special birthday this year but to be honest I didn’t decide to tell you whom I was until lunch when I saw you crying over the book. I just knew I had to tell you.”
“Well I’m glad you did, very glad,” Minerva replied before leaning into kiss him again.
Albus was just able to get out, “Happy Birthday, Minerva. I love you,” before he lost himself in her completely.
I've decided I need to get better with my titles.
Happy Birthday, Minerva
Minerva McGonagall was not one of those people who hated to wake up in the morning, because she always believed if the sun was up she should be as well. But with Dolores Umbridge’s presence at Hogwarts there had been many mornings where Minerva did not want to get out of bed. Today the need to stay in bed was even greater because it was her birthday. Usually the staff would throw her a little party, and Albus would always spend the evening with her and would let her decide what they were going to do. This year, however, she knew there would be no party and Albus would be too busy to entertain her for evening. The party she could live without, but she loved it when she could spend time alone with her best friend, and the only man she had ever loved, so knowing she couldn’t have his undivided attention tonight left her feeling sad and very alone.
Rising to get ready for the day she caught a whiff of a very pleasant smell, like flowers she thought to herself. ‘I wonder where that is coming from.’ Walking into her sitting room Minerva couldn’t believe her eyes. In fact she didn’t and blinked several times to make sure she was seeing straight. Her sitting room was covered in roses: red, white, yellow, orange, pink, and violet roses everywhere. Most were in vases, but a few were scattered on the floor. She spent twenty minutes looking for a note, or any indication of who sent all these flowers but there was none. Walking into the bathroom she silently hoped that it was Albus, but quickly chided herself for thinking it. ‘We have known each other for fifty years, and he has never done something like this. Why would he start now? Just give it up, and get over him Minerva,’ she kept repeating to herself all morning but she couldn’t kill that little bit of hope lingering in her heart that “her Albus” had sent those flowers.
Once she had taken her seat at the staff table for breakfast, she waited for someone, even Severus, to say something about today being her birthday. No one said a thing, but Minerva gave her colleagues the benefit of the doubt: ‘they are just stressed right now with that toad here. Besides it’s just a birthday and I’ve had quite a few, so why am I getting all depressed? C’mon Minerva it’s just a birthday.’ With all those thoughts running through her head Minerva missed the Headmaster’s greeting, and finally snapped out of it when he touched her lightly on the arm.
“Something on your mind, my dear?”
“Oh. Good morning, Albus. Yes, actually there is. When I woke up this morning someone had sent me flowers, but there was no note indicating whom they were from. I was trying to think of who could have sent them. Any ideas?” Minerva hoped that he would just say yes I sent them, or that the flowers would jog his memory and he would at least wish her a happy birthday.
“No, I’m sorry, my dear, I can’t think of anyone. That’s nice though that someone would just send you flowers without a reason.”
Tears immediately came into Minerva’s eyes after that last statement, and she was silent for the rest of breakfast excusing herself as early as possible to get away from everybody. While walking to her office she was more upset with herself than Albus, ‘stupid! Stupid, how could I think he sent them, or that he would ever return my feelings?’
Once inside her office Minerva burst into tears, but then she noticed a large parcel lying on her desk. Approaching cautiously she noticed that once again no note accompanied the gift, and sighing to herself she carefully lifted the top off the box.
Minerva was unable to hold back a gasp as she took in the contents of the box. Inside was a set of new dress robes, and they were in sky blue. Holding them up she had to admit they were very beautiful, and her size as well but who could have sent them? Minerva couldn’t decide whether to be happy that someone thought this highly of her, or upset because this person wanted to remain anonymous.
During her morning lessons Minerva couldn’t get the events of the day out of her head and she repeatedly went over and over all the men she knew, but she could think of no one besides Albus who would have sent her the flowers and the robes, and after breakfast she had quickly given up all hope that it was him.
The morning went by surprisingly fast, and Minerva chalked that up to not having had an encounter with Umbridge yet, so before she knew it she was sitting in the Great Hall for lunch. Still focused on who her admirer could be it wasn’t until the owl nipped at her finger that she noticed the mail had arrived, and she had a package. This one was small, and it came with a letter!
So consumed with wanting to know who had sent her the gifts Minerva didn’t even wait till she was out of the hall before opening the letter. It read:
My Minerva,
“All the melody on earth is concentrated in my Jane’s tongue to my ear (I am glad it is not naturally a silent one); all the sunshine I can feel is in her presence…Jane suits me. Do I suit her?”
You, my love, are to me as Jane was to Mr. Rochester.
There were tears in Minerva’s eyes when she finished reading the letter. Not only at the lack of a name, but this person had quoted one of her favorite books. When she opened the package Minerva could not stop a few tears from sliding down her cheeks. It was a very early copy of Charlotte Bronte’s Jane Eyre. She had wanted one of the first editions for years, but had never been able to find one.
Her afternoon classes went by incredibly slow. Her mind, for once, was not on the task at hand, and she couldn’t wait to get back to her chambers to see if her secret admirer had left another gift for her. This time she was not disappointed, and upon arriving at her rooms she found a small figurine of herself as a quidditch player flying around her room and lying on her desk was another note. Minerva approached the note with some trepidation. She wanted to know who it was, but deep down she wanted it to be Albus. She told herself it wasn’t from him, but without a signed name her dreams of having Albus return her feelings could be kept in tact yet if there was a name and it wasn’t him her heart would be broken.
Slowly she read the letter:
My Kitten,
Touch your figurine at nine tonight if you want to know who I am. It will turn into a portkey, and bring you to me.
It was 8:55 and Minerva was a nervous wreck. She had eaten very little at Dinner, and had spoken to no one. She was pacing in her sitting room dressed in her new dress robes with her hair down, but she couldn’t decide whether she should go or not. ‘Where am I going? Is it safe, or is this some trap? Do I need to tell someone where I’m going,’ she kept thinking to herself but she also knew that she wanted to go. She needed to know who this person was, and so at nine o’clock she threw caution to the wind and grabbed hold of her figurine.
Minerva landed in a dimly lit room, with a table set for two and romantic music playing. All of a sudden she heard a noise behind her and she immediately turned around, her hand half way to her wand when she realized whom it was.
Standing before her looking as handsome as ever was: Albus Dumbledore. Minerva couldn’t help it she started to cry. Sobs were wrenching from her throat, and her heart was beating so loud she was sure he could hear it.
Misreading the crying Albus’ face fell. “I’m sorry, my dear, if I am not who you expected. Perhaps you could consent to dinner, and just forget this ever happened. Again, I am sor-,” but Albus never got to finish his statement because Minerva had planted her lips over his. Immediately Albus’ arms went around her waist pulling her as close as possible.
It was Minerva who broke the kiss. “No Albus, I’m crying because I can’t believe it is you. I wanted it to be you so much, but after breakfast this morning I just told myself it wasn’t you. Then to come in here and see you, the only man I have ever loved and to know you return my feelings after thinking all these years that you could never love me and to know it was you who sent me all those beautiful things and made my birthday so special, was just more than I could handle. ”
“Oh, my love,” he replied gently wiping her tears away, “There has never been anybody for me, but you. I am sorry about breakfast. I never wanted to hurt you.”
“Oh, Albus. Why didn’t you say something earlier?”
“Fear. I was convinced you couldn’t love me, and I didn’t want to risk losing your friendship. I guess I just got tired of hiding my feelings, and I knew you needed an extra special birthday this year but to be honest I didn’t decide to tell you whom I was until lunch when I saw you crying over the book. I just knew I had to tell you.”
“Well I’m glad you did, very glad,” Minerva replied before leaning into kiss him again.
Albus was just able to get out, “Happy Birthday, Minerva. I love you,” before he lost himself in her completely.
He's quite romantic, isn't he? 
