Post by ginger newts on Sept 13, 2004 17:32:01 GMT -5
Just some drabble I cooked up in class.
Doodling
Bored. Minerva McGonagall was bored. There was absolutely no other way to describe her current state. She was sitting at the back of a room full of stuffy Headmasters and Ministers at an International Wizarding Education Conference that Millicent Bagnold had insisted upon. The current Minister of Magic wouldn’t hear any arguments against the Headmaster and Deputy Headmistress of Hogwarts attending said conference, although Minerva had tried every excuse she could think of. Stifling a sigh, she thought about all the possible better uses of her time: preparing next year’s lessons, getting an early start on the letters for the first years, playing chess with Albus, sitting by the lake with Albus, shopping in Hogsmeade with Albus, the list went on and on.
Suddenly, Albus Dumbledore leaned closer to her and Minerva thought for a moment that he was going to chastize her for doodling on the edges of the parchment she had been taking notes on. That, or tease her by threatening to inform the students of her inattention. Instead, he reached over and set up a game of hangman. Minerva quickly won on the word “Gryffindor” and Albus just as quickly lost on “Quidditch.” Then, it was Minerva’s turn to lose when she couldn’t spell out “Sherbet Lemon,” but Albus did manage to figure out “Ginger Newt.” On his next turn, Albus drew eight blanks and Minerva had little difficulty filling them in with the words “I love you.” Likewise, Albus easily filled in her next series of seven blanks with “and I you.” The next two turns went over extraordinarily quickly as Minerva filled in Albus’ “always” and he her “forever.”
Albus then placed his quill on the table and managed to discretely bump Minerva’s left hand off the table. They joined hands and he spent the rest of the meeting tracing tiny patterns on her thigh with one of his long fingers.
Doodling
Bored. Minerva McGonagall was bored. There was absolutely no other way to describe her current state. She was sitting at the back of a room full of stuffy Headmasters and Ministers at an International Wizarding Education Conference that Millicent Bagnold had insisted upon. The current Minister of Magic wouldn’t hear any arguments against the Headmaster and Deputy Headmistress of Hogwarts attending said conference, although Minerva had tried every excuse she could think of. Stifling a sigh, she thought about all the possible better uses of her time: preparing next year’s lessons, getting an early start on the letters for the first years, playing chess with Albus, sitting by the lake with Albus, shopping in Hogsmeade with Albus, the list went on and on.
Suddenly, Albus Dumbledore leaned closer to her and Minerva thought for a moment that he was going to chastize her for doodling on the edges of the parchment she had been taking notes on. That, or tease her by threatening to inform the students of her inattention. Instead, he reached over and set up a game of hangman. Minerva quickly won on the word “Gryffindor” and Albus just as quickly lost on “Quidditch.” Then, it was Minerva’s turn to lose when she couldn’t spell out “Sherbet Lemon,” but Albus did manage to figure out “Ginger Newt.” On his next turn, Albus drew eight blanks and Minerva had little difficulty filling them in with the words “I love you.” Likewise, Albus easily filled in her next series of seven blanks with “and I you.” The next two turns went over extraordinarily quickly as Minerva filled in Albus’ “always” and he her “forever.”
Albus then placed his quill on the table and managed to discretely bump Minerva’s left hand off the table. They joined hands and he spent the rest of the meeting tracing tiny patterns on her thigh with one of his long fingers.
But young lady I expect you to pay attention in your classes. hehe...who am i kidding??
Lovely fluff! It's given me some ideas now...
Such a cute story, I loved it
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