Post by Sensiblyquirky on Apr 5, 2005 19:36:39 GMT -5
“Once upon a time in a beautiful country there lived a young maiden. This was no ordinary young maiden; for you see she had magical talents which allowed her to do wonderful or terrible things. Choosing to spend her life helping people the young lass used her talents for good as her parents had taught her. She did not think life could get any better until one day when she came upon a stranger near her home.
Confidently, but a little afraid on the inside, she approached the stranger and demanded he state his name and reason for being on her father’s land. He replied calmly that he had not intended to trespass, and begged for the maiden’s forgiveness. Further inspecting the man she noticed he had the most beautiful blue eyes she had ever seen. Not only were they striking, but they possessed a magic all their own. Loosing herself in his eyes the young maiden continued to talk to the stranger until it was dark. Before she left he told her his name was Albus, and gently he kissed her hand.
As our maiden walked home she touched the place on her hand where Albus’ kiss had been, and almost tripped over some roots. For the next few weeks the man and woman would meet every day to talk. At the end of the second week our maiden knew she was in love.
Now normally the young lass was a very logical person, but she knew this was the man for her. The next week she invited him home to meet her parents. Knowing how loving they were she knew they would love him just as much as she did.
Yet this was not to be, because the father scoffed at the man brought before him and the mother was no better. They advised the maiden to never see the man again, but she defied their wishes. Many times at night she would sneak out to see him, and return before dawn.
One person knew of our maiden’s escapes: it was a man that worked for her father. One afternoon he approached our young maiden with a deal. If she spent one day with him then he would never tell her parents, but if not he would tell them. Defiantly the young maiden dared him to tell.
When the young maiden returned the next morning she found her parents waiting for her forbidding her to leave their home unattended or to ever see Albus again. Lying on her bed the maiden began to cry violently before she decided on a course of action. Her Albus had a familiar that she could call if in an emergency and focusing on Albus she yelled for ‘Fawkes!’
In a ball of fire the bird appeared! Grabbing hold of the bird’s tail the maiden disappeared from her parent’s home never to appear there again.”
“Oh no where did she go?” young Elizabeth asked clenching her dress. Twenty other little voices echoed the same question as Minerva McGonagall held the little children entranced by her story.
“Patience, little ones, patience; you shall know soon enough.” Immediately the children fell silent and little Gemma slid closer to Minerva to where the little girl was almost sitting on her feet.
“Well now where was I? Oh yes in a flash of red the young maiden was gone, and reappeared…” Minerva held her breath, and tried not to laugh as the children hung in suspense.
“…at Albus’ home.”
“I knew it!” Anne whispered to John, who had perked alive at the mentioning of Fawkes.
“There Albus held Minerva as she told him of what her parents had done, and he even suggested that they should stop seeing each other if it would force her away from her parents. Yet our maiden was strong-willed and refused to leave Albus claiming that if she could not be with him she would simply die.”
“Oh no that can’t happen? It doesn’t happen, does it? Oh please don’t let her die,” Christine said frantically sitting up on her knees wide eyed.
“At the mere mentioning of such a horrific thing Albus promised to never leave her, but before he could say anything else our maiden asked her love if he would marry her…”
“Wait that’s wrong! The man always asked the woman,” Joseph shouted, now up on his knees.
“Not in this story, lad,” Minerva replied. “I can assure you it was our maiden who asked her beau to marry her. At first Albus was shocked, for it is assumed that he was about to ask her the same thing but he recovered quickly and said yes.
Albus and his love were married, in a small village, and they have lived happily ever after ever since. The End.”
Minerva laughed as the small children applauded her theatrical tale, and was ready with open arms when many of them rushed at her for hugs. An hour later she was walking out of the Orphanage to return to Hogwarts when one of the staff members caught up with her.
“That was about you, wasn’t it?”
“Perceptive.”
“Did you really propose or was that really for the children?”
“Oh I did, and though shocked my husband did say yes. Of course I ended the story a little early, forgoing details of how we celebrated our engagement, but I don’t think they’ll mind.”
Laughing the woman agreed with Minerva, and soon she was on her way home.
“Darling what story did you tell the children today?” Albus asked from the sitting room he shared with his wife as she returned from her outing in Muggle London.
“How we met, and how I proposed to you. I wanted a more romantic one since last week’s was full of fighting, and such. The children quite enjoyed it, and were very surprised to know I proposed to you.” Minerva answered coming to sit alongside her husband, dropping her head upon his shoulder.
“Well they weren’t the only ones. I’m glad you didn’t get on bended knee though, for then I really would have been shell shocked.”
Hitting him playfully the couple fell silent until Minerva popped her head up for a question, “Were you going to propose that night, Albus?”
“I shall not tell. It matters not. You did, and we are very happily married.”
“It doesn’t matter if you weren’t, but I am curious.”
“Nope, you will not get it from me,” Albus replied smiling at his beautiful wife.
Sighing Minerva decided to leave the topic alone for now. Later that evening as Minerva lay sleeping Albus crept out of their room, and ventured toward his office. Once at his desk he opened the bottom most drawer, the only locked one, and removed a small case from inside. Looking to make sure Minerva had not followed him Albus opened the box to reveal a beautiful solitary diamond staring back at him.
Minerva’s proposal had indeed beaten his own and at first Albus had decided to give her the ring, but then he decided to wait. Over the years Albus had worked up an elaborate plan to propose, for the first time, to Minerva on their fortieth wedding anniversary in order to renew their vows. Smiling Albus closed the box, and relocked the drawer. The following Tuesday would be their fortieth.
~The End.
Confidently, but a little afraid on the inside, she approached the stranger and demanded he state his name and reason for being on her father’s land. He replied calmly that he had not intended to trespass, and begged for the maiden’s forgiveness. Further inspecting the man she noticed he had the most beautiful blue eyes she had ever seen. Not only were they striking, but they possessed a magic all their own. Loosing herself in his eyes the young maiden continued to talk to the stranger until it was dark. Before she left he told her his name was Albus, and gently he kissed her hand.
As our maiden walked home she touched the place on her hand where Albus’ kiss had been, and almost tripped over some roots. For the next few weeks the man and woman would meet every day to talk. At the end of the second week our maiden knew she was in love.
Now normally the young lass was a very logical person, but she knew this was the man for her. The next week she invited him home to meet her parents. Knowing how loving they were she knew they would love him just as much as she did.
Yet this was not to be, because the father scoffed at the man brought before him and the mother was no better. They advised the maiden to never see the man again, but she defied their wishes. Many times at night she would sneak out to see him, and return before dawn.
One person knew of our maiden’s escapes: it was a man that worked for her father. One afternoon he approached our young maiden with a deal. If she spent one day with him then he would never tell her parents, but if not he would tell them. Defiantly the young maiden dared him to tell.
When the young maiden returned the next morning she found her parents waiting for her forbidding her to leave their home unattended or to ever see Albus again. Lying on her bed the maiden began to cry violently before she decided on a course of action. Her Albus had a familiar that she could call if in an emergency and focusing on Albus she yelled for ‘Fawkes!’
In a ball of fire the bird appeared! Grabbing hold of the bird’s tail the maiden disappeared from her parent’s home never to appear there again.”
“Oh no where did she go?” young Elizabeth asked clenching her dress. Twenty other little voices echoed the same question as Minerva McGonagall held the little children entranced by her story.
“Patience, little ones, patience; you shall know soon enough.” Immediately the children fell silent and little Gemma slid closer to Minerva to where the little girl was almost sitting on her feet.
“Well now where was I? Oh yes in a flash of red the young maiden was gone, and reappeared…” Minerva held her breath, and tried not to laugh as the children hung in suspense.
“…at Albus’ home.”
“I knew it!” Anne whispered to John, who had perked alive at the mentioning of Fawkes.
“There Albus held Minerva as she told him of what her parents had done, and he even suggested that they should stop seeing each other if it would force her away from her parents. Yet our maiden was strong-willed and refused to leave Albus claiming that if she could not be with him she would simply die.”
“Oh no that can’t happen? It doesn’t happen, does it? Oh please don’t let her die,” Christine said frantically sitting up on her knees wide eyed.
“At the mere mentioning of such a horrific thing Albus promised to never leave her, but before he could say anything else our maiden asked her love if he would marry her…”
“Wait that’s wrong! The man always asked the woman,” Joseph shouted, now up on his knees.
“Not in this story, lad,” Minerva replied. “I can assure you it was our maiden who asked her beau to marry her. At first Albus was shocked, for it is assumed that he was about to ask her the same thing but he recovered quickly and said yes.
Albus and his love were married, in a small village, and they have lived happily ever after ever since. The End.”
Minerva laughed as the small children applauded her theatrical tale, and was ready with open arms when many of them rushed at her for hugs. An hour later she was walking out of the Orphanage to return to Hogwarts when one of the staff members caught up with her.
“That was about you, wasn’t it?”
“Perceptive.”
“Did you really propose or was that really for the children?”
“Oh I did, and though shocked my husband did say yes. Of course I ended the story a little early, forgoing details of how we celebrated our engagement, but I don’t think they’ll mind.”
Laughing the woman agreed with Minerva, and soon she was on her way home.
“Darling what story did you tell the children today?” Albus asked from the sitting room he shared with his wife as she returned from her outing in Muggle London.
“How we met, and how I proposed to you. I wanted a more romantic one since last week’s was full of fighting, and such. The children quite enjoyed it, and were very surprised to know I proposed to you.” Minerva answered coming to sit alongside her husband, dropping her head upon his shoulder.
“Well they weren’t the only ones. I’m glad you didn’t get on bended knee though, for then I really would have been shell shocked.”
Hitting him playfully the couple fell silent until Minerva popped her head up for a question, “Were you going to propose that night, Albus?”
“I shall not tell. It matters not. You did, and we are very happily married.”
“It doesn’t matter if you weren’t, but I am curious.”
“Nope, you will not get it from me,” Albus replied smiling at his beautiful wife.
Sighing Minerva decided to leave the topic alone for now. Later that evening as Minerva lay sleeping Albus crept out of their room, and ventured toward his office. Once at his desk he opened the bottom most drawer, the only locked one, and removed a small case from inside. Looking to make sure Minerva had not followed him Albus opened the box to reveal a beautiful solitary diamond staring back at him.
Minerva’s proposal had indeed beaten his own and at first Albus had decided to give her the ring, but then he decided to wait. Over the years Albus had worked up an elaborate plan to propose, for the first time, to Minerva on their fortieth wedding anniversary in order to renew their vows. Smiling Albus closed the box, and relocked the drawer. The following Tuesday would be their fortieth.
~The End.
