Post by ArabellaFiggs on Sept 21, 2004 16:12:20 GMT -5
Making me laugh
Author’s note: This story is dedicated to my sister Griselda la Fey and Nerweniel (who both love the Dutch comedy ‘When happiness was still very normal’) I hope you guys like it.
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“Would you like some more tea, Poppy?” Minerva asked.
“Yes please”, Poppy replied, placing a wrapped present on the table. It was the week before Christmas and Poppy and Minerva had decided to wrap their Christmas presents together and catch up chatting.
“What present did you get Alastor?” Minerva asked.
“A golden quill with his name engraved in it”, Poppy answered. “Each year it’s getting more difficult to find something for him”.
“Absolutely”, Minerva said. “It took me ages to find the perfect gift for Albus”.
“He’s still at the Ministry?” Poppy asked frowning.
Minerva nodded.
“Is it just me or has he been a bit down these last few days?” Poppy said.
“You’re right”, Minerva replied sighing. “He’s been grumpy and moody for weeks. He sleeps poorly, he whines about everything… I’ve tried everything to cheer him up, but nothing works. He says he’s fine and I’m sure it will pass, but it’s definitely tiring,
“You know what I do whenever Alastor is moody?” Poppy said. When Minerva started to laugh she added, “well, you know… feeling moody?
“What?” Minerva asked still chuckling
“I dress up”.
“What?” Minerva asked a little shocked.
“You know…”, Poppy explained, “as a French Veela or sometimes….”
Minerva looked even more surprised. “What in Merlin’s name are you talking about?”
“Oh…”, Poppy said blushing, “you never dress…. ? Never mind… forget it”.
At that moment the fire roared up. “That’ll be Albus”, Minerva said.
And two seconds later, Albus stepped out of the fireplace.
“Good evening”, he muttered, slumping down on a chair.
“Rough day?” Minerva asked worriedly and Albus nodded.
“Fudge is getting on my nerves”, Albus grumbled. “And I…. what am I siting on?” He got to his feet and picked up a broken ginger newt from the chair.
“Sorry”, Minerva mumbled a little sheepishly. “I wondered where I had put it”.
Albus picked up a piece of wrapping paper and started to tear it to pieces. His face was angry and the familiar twinkling in his eyes was missing. “Dearest”, Minerva started, “why don’t go to bed early? I’m sure it will do you good”.
“Maybe it will”, Albus answered sighing and still grumbling he walked to the bedroom.
“You see”, Minerva whispered quietly to Poppy, “I don’t know what I….”
“Why is that pan in my bed?” Albus’ angry voice came from the bedroom.
“Oh oh”, Minerva muttered getting up.
“Why is that pan in my bed?” Albus asked again and Minerva quickly moved to the bedroom.
Albus was standing near the bed holding back the covers. He shot Minerva an angry look.
“Albus, that’s Christmas cookie sponge”, Minerva explained. “According to my great grandmother’s recipe it’s traditional to keep the sponge warm in a bed and….”
She looked at Albus who was staring at her and noticed the twinkle was back in his eyes. Then he doubled up with laughter. He walked to her and pulled her in his arms. “Sometimes you are so unbelievably crazy”, he told her before he kissed her.
Minerva looked at him smiling.
“I’m sorry I’ve been such a grumpy bear the lately”, Albus said.
“It’s all right, Albus”, Minerva replied reassuringly. “You know only to well that I have my spells as well and this time it was just your turn”.
Albus smiled back lovingly. “Thankfully I will always have you to make me laugh again, my dear”.
The end
Author’s note: This story is dedicated to my sister Griselda la Fey and Nerweniel (who both love the Dutch comedy ‘When happiness was still very normal’) I hope you guys like it.
***
“Would you like some more tea, Poppy?” Minerva asked.
“Yes please”, Poppy replied, placing a wrapped present on the table. It was the week before Christmas and Poppy and Minerva had decided to wrap their Christmas presents together and catch up chatting.
“What present did you get Alastor?” Minerva asked.
“A golden quill with his name engraved in it”, Poppy answered. “Each year it’s getting more difficult to find something for him”.
“Absolutely”, Minerva said. “It took me ages to find the perfect gift for Albus”.
“He’s still at the Ministry?” Poppy asked frowning.
Minerva nodded.
“Is it just me or has he been a bit down these last few days?” Poppy said.
“You’re right”, Minerva replied sighing. “He’s been grumpy and moody for weeks. He sleeps poorly, he whines about everything… I’ve tried everything to cheer him up, but nothing works. He says he’s fine and I’m sure it will pass, but it’s definitely tiring,
“You know what I do whenever Alastor is moody?” Poppy said. When Minerva started to laugh she added, “well, you know… feeling moody?
“What?” Minerva asked still chuckling
“I dress up”.
“What?” Minerva asked a little shocked.
“You know…”, Poppy explained, “as a French Veela or sometimes….”
Minerva looked even more surprised. “What in Merlin’s name are you talking about?”
“Oh…”, Poppy said blushing, “you never dress…. ? Never mind… forget it”.
At that moment the fire roared up. “That’ll be Albus”, Minerva said.
And two seconds later, Albus stepped out of the fireplace.
“Good evening”, he muttered, slumping down on a chair.
“Rough day?” Minerva asked worriedly and Albus nodded.
“Fudge is getting on my nerves”, Albus grumbled. “And I…. what am I siting on?” He got to his feet and picked up a broken ginger newt from the chair.
“Sorry”, Minerva mumbled a little sheepishly. “I wondered where I had put it”.
Albus picked up a piece of wrapping paper and started to tear it to pieces. His face was angry and the familiar twinkling in his eyes was missing. “Dearest”, Minerva started, “why don’t go to bed early? I’m sure it will do you good”.
“Maybe it will”, Albus answered sighing and still grumbling he walked to the bedroom.
“You see”, Minerva whispered quietly to Poppy, “I don’t know what I….”
“Why is that pan in my bed?” Albus’ angry voice came from the bedroom.
“Oh oh”, Minerva muttered getting up.
“Why is that pan in my bed?” Albus asked again and Minerva quickly moved to the bedroom.
Albus was standing near the bed holding back the covers. He shot Minerva an angry look.
“Albus, that’s Christmas cookie sponge”, Minerva explained. “According to my great grandmother’s recipe it’s traditional to keep the sponge warm in a bed and….”
She looked at Albus who was staring at her and noticed the twinkle was back in his eyes. Then he doubled up with laughter. He walked to her and pulled her in his arms. “Sometimes you are so unbelievably crazy”, he told her before he kissed her.
Minerva looked at him smiling.
“I’m sorry I’ve been such a grumpy bear the lately”, Albus said.
“It’s all right, Albus”, Minerva replied reassuringly. “You know only to well that I have my spells as well and this time it was just your turn”.
Albus smiled back lovingly. “Thankfully I will always have you to make me laugh again, my dear”.
The end
!!! "Toen was geluk nog heel gewoon" is absolutely the funniest series EVER 
