Post by Jestana on Oct 8, 2004 23:53:32 GMT -5
Worship
A/N: Response to AltraPalantir's 'Creative Worship' challenge.
It started on Valentine's Day: she would receive a small gift from a secret admirer with a note attached. She recognized the handwriting as coming from a Dictaquill. It was uniform and neat, with the benefit of preventing her from figuring out who her secret admirer was via his handwriting. She knew it was a 'he' because he had stated as much. The gifts themselves were very thoughtful and unique. A new scarf with her family's tartan, a small stuffed cat that looked exactly like her animagus form, and the list went on. Each note worshipped her in some way, rambling on about her beauty, her intelligence, her wit, her bravery, and so on. It was embarrassing in some ways, but very flattering in other ways. Her secret admirer obviously knew her quite well.
The gifts themselves weren't delivered with the rest of the morning post, for which she was glad. She would have been horribly embarrassed if they did and she knew there would be no end of teasing if Rolanda knew. No, the gifts were always waiting for her in her sitting room when she arose in the morning. No matter how early she got up, a gift was waiting for her.
It had been a month now and she longed to discover who her secret admirer was. She had devised a plan and would put it into action this night. Casting a spell to make it sound as if she was asleep in her room, Minerva slipped into her animagus form and made herself comfortable under the sofa. Even if she should fall asleep here, she would awake the moment the door opened and would finally discover her mystery man. Smiling a decidedly uncatlike smile, Minerva settled in for a long wait.
* * *
She woke to the sound of the door opening and stealthy footsteps upon the carpet. Taking a deep breath, her mind reeled as she identified the scent of one Albus Dumbledore. Unable to think of anything else, Minerva eased out from under the sofa and meowed just as he set the gift and note on the low table in front of the sofa. Albus looked around and his eyes widened when he saw Minerva.
"What are you doing down there, Minerva?" Minerva tilted her head and jumped up onto the table, nudging the gift with her nose before looking pointedly up at Albus. Sighing resignedly, he nodded. "Yes, I have been leaving you the gifts, Minerva. I didn't intend for you to find out, but I didn't count on that impressive intellect of yours."
As he'd been speaking, Minerva had changed back. "Don't be sorry, Albus. I have rather enjoyed this worship of me, although," she quirked an eyebrow up, "there's another sort of worship that might interest you."
He stared at her, quite obviously struck dumb by what she was suggesting. Smiling, she leaned forward and kissed him. He wasted no time scooping her up into his arms and carrying her off to the bedroom.
* * *
Minerva still received the occasional small gift from her one worshipper, but he more than made up for the lack of gifts in other ways.
*sigh* Liked this respons to the challenge!
! Go you!
