Post by ginger newts on Oct 4, 2004 13:38:04 GMT -5
Well, work is slow to the point of a standstill today so I’ve adopted Lady Lavendar’s plot bunny. I hope you enjoy. (Oh, and I stole the title from Annie.)
Let’s Go To The Movies
When Albus Dumbledore entered the Great Hall for breakfast it was immediately obvious that he was in a very good mood. His robes were a vivid purple color with silver moons and shooting stars and, if it was possible, his eyes seemed to twinkle even more then usual. Albus walked, his steps light, to his seat at the staff table – nearly empty due to the fact that it was the summer holiday.
“You seem very happy this morning, Headmaster,” was the greeting from his Deputy Headmistress.
Smiling, Albus turned to her, “If I’m not mistaken, my dear Professor, that was a question, was it not?” She smiled and nodded that it had been and he decided to explain. “Well, you see, Minerva, a Muggle friend of mine sent me the schedule for a drive-in near Glasgow. They’re showing classic films this month and I thought I might go tonight.”
“Oh?” Minerva hoped the disappointment didn’t show in her voice, she had been planning to ask Albus for a game of chess that evening.
“Yes,” he nodded, eyes still twinkling merrily. “This is, if you would consent to come with me.”
Trying not to sound too eager, and reminding herself that this was not a date, Minerva said, “I would be glad to accompany you, Albus. But what is a drive-in?”
“It’s a sort of outdoor cinema and the people watch movies from their cars.”
Minerva was growing more confused by the second, “Why would they want to watch a movie from a – Albus, you don’t have a car.” She paused, “Do you? You know, it wouldn’t surprise me if you did.”
Albus laughed, “No, I don’t have a car, but you can rent them. I thought we could travel to Glasgow this afternoon, get a car, and take a little drive before going to the movie. I believe the drive-in is about a twenty minute drive from the city.”
“As long as we don’t get lost,” Minerva said as if she were talking to a student, but Albus caught the sparkle in her eyes that meant she was teasing him. “Oh! Albus, what film are they showing?”
“Gone With the Wind,” he answered. “Do you know it?”
“Oh, I love that book,” Minerva exclaimed. “And you know, I do seem to remember some of the girls from Muggle families talking about the film. I guess it was in our fifth year.”
Albus nodded, “I’ve never seen it myself, but it’s supposed to be quite good and very long I believe. Shall we have tea in my office this afternoon and leave from there?”
“Sounds wonderful.”
“Good then, it’s a date.” And with that, Albus applied himself to eating a very large breakfast.
Minerva, on the other hand, suddenly found her toast too dry to chew and she spent the rest of breakfast sipping her tea, ignoring everyone and everything else. ‘Why did he have to go and say the word date,’ she thought. ‘Everything was just fine until then. How is it that one little word can ruin everything?’ If he had meant “date” the way she wished he had, and not in the conventional “it’s a date means we have plans” way then Minerva would have been overjoyed. But he did not mean it that way and so she felt foolish for ever hoping and perhaps a bit depressed that Albus would never ask her on a real date.
After breakfast, Minerva went to her office and began working on the school letters and time tables. She did such an excellent job of distracting herself from her evening with Albus that she forgot to go to lunch. Albus noticed her absence and found it odd, Minerva almost never missed meals during the summer months. He had also noticed her change of attitude after they made plans over breakfast. He spent most of the lunch hour and a good deal of time after wondering about the cause. Had he said something? And then it hit him, as soon as he had said “it’s a date” the change in Minerva’s attitude and demeanor had been almost instant. But what did that mean? Albus resolved to find out before the night was over.
Minerva met him, as promised, for tea and seemed to be her usual self again. That was, until they set off to Glasgow to get the car. They had both worn Muggle clothing and Albus had shortened his hair and beard a bit in order to blend in. Walking down to the gates of the school, they apparated to a small wizarding shopping street hidden behind a supposedly closed restaurant in downtown Glasgow. Albus offered Minerva his arm and led her through the busy streets to the shop where they could rent a car.
“Just for one day?” the salesman asked, confused.
“Yes,” Albus said. “We’re only in town for one day and I’d like to drive out and see the countryside.”
“Albus, he doesn’t need your life story,” Minerva spoke more harshly than she meant to. Having seen the car, she was getting nervous about making it through the evening without giving herself away.
To make matters worse, the elderly salesman had caught her accent and he turned to Albus, “Ah, married yourself a Scottish lass then. Can ye handle the fire? Although,” he dropped his voice to a conspiratorial whisper that Minerva could still understand. “They make up for the temper in the bedroom, don’ they laddie?”
The man winked and laughed and Albus said weakly, “The key, sir?” He was more than a little worried about Minerva’s reaction to the last remark as she already seemed to be on edge. He had felt her stiffen beside him as the man spoke and wanted nothing more than to get her out of the shop, hoping the drive would relax her.
Let’s Go To The Movies
When Albus Dumbledore entered the Great Hall for breakfast it was immediately obvious that he was in a very good mood. His robes were a vivid purple color with silver moons and shooting stars and, if it was possible, his eyes seemed to twinkle even more then usual. Albus walked, his steps light, to his seat at the staff table – nearly empty due to the fact that it was the summer holiday.
“You seem very happy this morning, Headmaster,” was the greeting from his Deputy Headmistress.
Smiling, Albus turned to her, “If I’m not mistaken, my dear Professor, that was a question, was it not?” She smiled and nodded that it had been and he decided to explain. “Well, you see, Minerva, a Muggle friend of mine sent me the schedule for a drive-in near Glasgow. They’re showing classic films this month and I thought I might go tonight.”
“Oh?” Minerva hoped the disappointment didn’t show in her voice, she had been planning to ask Albus for a game of chess that evening.
“Yes,” he nodded, eyes still twinkling merrily. “This is, if you would consent to come with me.”
Trying not to sound too eager, and reminding herself that this was not a date, Minerva said, “I would be glad to accompany you, Albus. But what is a drive-in?”
“It’s a sort of outdoor cinema and the people watch movies from their cars.”
Minerva was growing more confused by the second, “Why would they want to watch a movie from a – Albus, you don’t have a car.” She paused, “Do you? You know, it wouldn’t surprise me if you did.”
Albus laughed, “No, I don’t have a car, but you can rent them. I thought we could travel to Glasgow this afternoon, get a car, and take a little drive before going to the movie. I believe the drive-in is about a twenty minute drive from the city.”
“As long as we don’t get lost,” Minerva said as if she were talking to a student, but Albus caught the sparkle in her eyes that meant she was teasing him. “Oh! Albus, what film are they showing?”
“Gone With the Wind,” he answered. “Do you know it?”
“Oh, I love that book,” Minerva exclaimed. “And you know, I do seem to remember some of the girls from Muggle families talking about the film. I guess it was in our fifth year.”
Albus nodded, “I’ve never seen it myself, but it’s supposed to be quite good and very long I believe. Shall we have tea in my office this afternoon and leave from there?”
“Sounds wonderful.”
“Good then, it’s a date.” And with that, Albus applied himself to eating a very large breakfast.
Minerva, on the other hand, suddenly found her toast too dry to chew and she spent the rest of breakfast sipping her tea, ignoring everyone and everything else. ‘Why did he have to go and say the word date,’ she thought. ‘Everything was just fine until then. How is it that one little word can ruin everything?’ If he had meant “date” the way she wished he had, and not in the conventional “it’s a date means we have plans” way then Minerva would have been overjoyed. But he did not mean it that way and so she felt foolish for ever hoping and perhaps a bit depressed that Albus would never ask her on a real date.
After breakfast, Minerva went to her office and began working on the school letters and time tables. She did such an excellent job of distracting herself from her evening with Albus that she forgot to go to lunch. Albus noticed her absence and found it odd, Minerva almost never missed meals during the summer months. He had also noticed her change of attitude after they made plans over breakfast. He spent most of the lunch hour and a good deal of time after wondering about the cause. Had he said something? And then it hit him, as soon as he had said “it’s a date” the change in Minerva’s attitude and demeanor had been almost instant. But what did that mean? Albus resolved to find out before the night was over.
Minerva met him, as promised, for tea and seemed to be her usual self again. That was, until they set off to Glasgow to get the car. They had both worn Muggle clothing and Albus had shortened his hair and beard a bit in order to blend in. Walking down to the gates of the school, they apparated to a small wizarding shopping street hidden behind a supposedly closed restaurant in downtown Glasgow. Albus offered Minerva his arm and led her through the busy streets to the shop where they could rent a car.
“Just for one day?” the salesman asked, confused.
“Yes,” Albus said. “We’re only in town for one day and I’d like to drive out and see the countryside.”
“Albus, he doesn’t need your life story,” Minerva spoke more harshly than she meant to. Having seen the car, she was getting nervous about making it through the evening without giving herself away.
To make matters worse, the elderly salesman had caught her accent and he turned to Albus, “Ah, married yourself a Scottish lass then. Can ye handle the fire? Although,” he dropped his voice to a conspiratorial whisper that Minerva could still understand. “They make up for the temper in the bedroom, don’ they laddie?”
The man winked and laughed and Albus said weakly, “The key, sir?” He was more than a little worried about Minerva’s reaction to the last remark as she already seemed to be on edge. He had felt her stiffen beside him as the man spoke and wanted nothing more than to get her out of the shop, hoping the drive would relax her.
but never fear, I'm sure there will be more at some point....
