Post by Karlynne on Apr 10, 2005 23:31:38 GMT -5
I’m trying really hard to pull a story out of my mind but all I got is what you see below. Karlie
Whispers
Albus Dumbledore worriedly twiddled with his thumbs while he frowned deeply in thought. His office, normally a source of comfort with its magical contraptions and dusty books, did not ease his troubled heart today.
Why would Minerva choose to go out to the Warlocks Whisper with Poppy tonight? She had to know that the place was simply a gaudy tavern where wizards as young as twenty and even younger danced to tasteless music and undressed. What was so entertaining about men removing their clothes and women magically levitating knuts, sickles, and even galleons down the men’s underwear? He had been informed the men wore the briefest of apparel conceivable by the end of the dance and not much was left to the imagination.
Albus stood up and began pacing the floor. Minerva was a mature woman and if she wanted to look at men half her age make fools of themselves there wasn’t anything he could do to stop it. He wouldn’t give it another thought. Albus angrily slammed his fist onto his other hand and kicked his chair as he passed. It was time for lunch and he had to make an appearance in the great hall.
Minerva McGonagall rummaged through her closet looking for a suitable robe to wear. She would not have much time to change before leaving this evening. Why had she agreed to go with Poppy tonight? True, her dearest friend had suffered another blow to her heart and while she had promised to see her through another round of firewhiskey, Minerva did not remember saying yes to accompanying Poppy to the Warlocks Whisper. That was the problem with drinking; foolish answers to questions forgotten and now she had to waste an entire evening watching men gyrate around a small stage.
She had to skip lunch in order to choose her outfit for the evening. Her Transfigurations classes would continue until five and she promised Hermione Granger an extra lesson before dinner. Immediately following dinner she had to meet with Albus to complete the draft they were working on to present to the Board of Governors. She would be hard pressed to meet Poppy at the entrance hall by eight o’clock. Friday night or not, she only wished to spend a quiet evening with a book and perhaps a daydream or two.
Poppy was actually excited about going, however, and Minerva hadn’t the heart to disappoint her. She had reminded Minerva of her promise immediately following breakfast that morning. Minerva hoped no one overheard her exclamation at Poppy’s revelation. Most of the faculty had departed but several were nearby. She took a rose colored robe from her closet and set it aside for a house elf to freshen and press it. She had better hurry to her office so she would have time to eat a sandwich at her desk before class began.
Albus felt the beginnings of a headache forming and reached for another lemon drop. Minerva had been late for dinner and she had spent most of the meal speaking with Filius about covering her duties that evening while she was away.
The Ravenclaw Head of House had listened indulgently to Minerva’s instructions and somehow refrained from smiling and keeping a neutral expression on his face. He had been a Head of House for as long as she had but somehow she felt her Gryffindors were extra special.
Albus had paid careful attention because he wondered if she and Poppy planned to stay out late but Minerva gave no indication. She was due in a few minutes and he would try to get some information from her regarding her plans for the evening.
An hour later a frustrated Albus paced his office again. Minerva hadn’t said anything about her evening plans and he had hinted quite heavily. Was she entering a new phase in her life? Was this a last attempt at frivolity? Had her brush with death last spring made her want more out of life? Didn’t she know she almost died?
He shuddered as he remembered the sudden feeling of loss last spring. Perspiration formed on his forehead as he recalled her pale features at St. Mungos. The person he cherished most in the world had almost become a memory.
Albus shook his head. Did he just tell himself that Minerva was his most treasured? He allowed her face to enter his mind and he pictured her soft features forming a smile for him. She was shaking her head fondly at him over some trivial matter. She was winking at him discretely at a board meeting.
The color drained from his face as realization dawned on him. He was in love with Minerva. He had to stop her.
Minerva entered the Warlocks Whisper with dread. Small tables circled the stage and there were many lights hovering around the room. Most of the tables were already filled and the dancing wouldn’t begin for at least another twenty minutes. She placed an order for butterbeer. She would keep her head tonight.
Minerva felt a wave of pity wash over as she looked at Poppy. Her dearest friend was trying to heal another heartbreak. It had been many years since she had felt the pangs of heartache and felt torn between telling Poppy she was better off without the jerk or offering her another round.
Her own love for Albus had caused her several wrenches of pain since he thought no more of her than anyone else. They were doomed to remain friends forever.
The lights soon dimmed and a spotlight shown on the stage. The songs seemed extra long or maybe Minerva was impatient. The exotic dancers came out one by one to perform and Minerva nearly winced as hips were swiveled and glistening chests shone brightly.
Many of the witches in the room had risen from their seats to sit on the lower steps around the stage. This was encouraged as more money was deposited in their skimpy coverings in this manner. Poppy had abandoned her for the stage long ago and Minerva sat alone at the table looking around the room. She felt more than heard a commotion at the entrance. She turned again to watch the stage but a flash of silver hair had her looking at the doorway again.
An agitated Albus was demanding entrance to the muscular wizard guarding the doorway into the room. Minerva rose from her chair. Something must have happened at the school. She felt her face flush as she wondered what Albus must think of finding her in such an establishment. The thought gave way to worry by the time she made her way across the room. It would be grave news to bring Albus to find her.
The bouncer at the door, and he could only be thought as such, crossed his arms and shook his head again. Too many angry husbands and boyfriends came each week looking for a wife or girlfriend. He was under strict orders not to let any males in the room while the dancers were performing and he was good at his job.
This one in front of him was new however. A bit older than the usual but he had noticed several older women in the crowd earlier. He gave a smirk. Didn’t the men know the club merely heated up the women so when they went home, their mates would reap the benefits of a night out with the girls? He didn’t want to have to petrify the old man but if he stuck his wand in his face one more time, old man or not, he was going to have to take care of him. He removed his own wand but the approach of a witch halted him.
Oh good, she must have seen the old man. He shook his head as the two walked outside. He looked out the window to make sure they would apparate away but they stood there talking. He walked back to stand guard at the doorway. She probably came with her girlfriends and would sweet-talk him for a few minutes before sending him back home. He didn’t care. His job was to guard the door, not oversee relationships.
Whispers
Albus Dumbledore worriedly twiddled with his thumbs while he frowned deeply in thought. His office, normally a source of comfort with its magical contraptions and dusty books, did not ease his troubled heart today.
Why would Minerva choose to go out to the Warlocks Whisper with Poppy tonight? She had to know that the place was simply a gaudy tavern where wizards as young as twenty and even younger danced to tasteless music and undressed. What was so entertaining about men removing their clothes and women magically levitating knuts, sickles, and even galleons down the men’s underwear? He had been informed the men wore the briefest of apparel conceivable by the end of the dance and not much was left to the imagination.
Albus stood up and began pacing the floor. Minerva was a mature woman and if she wanted to look at men half her age make fools of themselves there wasn’t anything he could do to stop it. He wouldn’t give it another thought. Albus angrily slammed his fist onto his other hand and kicked his chair as he passed. It was time for lunch and he had to make an appearance in the great hall.
Minerva McGonagall rummaged through her closet looking for a suitable robe to wear. She would not have much time to change before leaving this evening. Why had she agreed to go with Poppy tonight? True, her dearest friend had suffered another blow to her heart and while she had promised to see her through another round of firewhiskey, Minerva did not remember saying yes to accompanying Poppy to the Warlocks Whisper. That was the problem with drinking; foolish answers to questions forgotten and now she had to waste an entire evening watching men gyrate around a small stage.
She had to skip lunch in order to choose her outfit for the evening. Her Transfigurations classes would continue until five and she promised Hermione Granger an extra lesson before dinner. Immediately following dinner she had to meet with Albus to complete the draft they were working on to present to the Board of Governors. She would be hard pressed to meet Poppy at the entrance hall by eight o’clock. Friday night or not, she only wished to spend a quiet evening with a book and perhaps a daydream or two.
Poppy was actually excited about going, however, and Minerva hadn’t the heart to disappoint her. She had reminded Minerva of her promise immediately following breakfast that morning. Minerva hoped no one overheard her exclamation at Poppy’s revelation. Most of the faculty had departed but several were nearby. She took a rose colored robe from her closet and set it aside for a house elf to freshen and press it. She had better hurry to her office so she would have time to eat a sandwich at her desk before class began.
Albus felt the beginnings of a headache forming and reached for another lemon drop. Minerva had been late for dinner and she had spent most of the meal speaking with Filius about covering her duties that evening while she was away.
The Ravenclaw Head of House had listened indulgently to Minerva’s instructions and somehow refrained from smiling and keeping a neutral expression on his face. He had been a Head of House for as long as she had but somehow she felt her Gryffindors were extra special.
Albus had paid careful attention because he wondered if she and Poppy planned to stay out late but Minerva gave no indication. She was due in a few minutes and he would try to get some information from her regarding her plans for the evening.
An hour later a frustrated Albus paced his office again. Minerva hadn’t said anything about her evening plans and he had hinted quite heavily. Was she entering a new phase in her life? Was this a last attempt at frivolity? Had her brush with death last spring made her want more out of life? Didn’t she know she almost died?
He shuddered as he remembered the sudden feeling of loss last spring. Perspiration formed on his forehead as he recalled her pale features at St. Mungos. The person he cherished most in the world had almost become a memory.
Albus shook his head. Did he just tell himself that Minerva was his most treasured? He allowed her face to enter his mind and he pictured her soft features forming a smile for him. She was shaking her head fondly at him over some trivial matter. She was winking at him discretely at a board meeting.
The color drained from his face as realization dawned on him. He was in love with Minerva. He had to stop her.
Minerva entered the Warlocks Whisper with dread. Small tables circled the stage and there were many lights hovering around the room. Most of the tables were already filled and the dancing wouldn’t begin for at least another twenty minutes. She placed an order for butterbeer. She would keep her head tonight.
Minerva felt a wave of pity wash over as she looked at Poppy. Her dearest friend was trying to heal another heartbreak. It had been many years since she had felt the pangs of heartache and felt torn between telling Poppy she was better off without the jerk or offering her another round.
Her own love for Albus had caused her several wrenches of pain since he thought no more of her than anyone else. They were doomed to remain friends forever.
The lights soon dimmed and a spotlight shown on the stage. The songs seemed extra long or maybe Minerva was impatient. The exotic dancers came out one by one to perform and Minerva nearly winced as hips were swiveled and glistening chests shone brightly.
Many of the witches in the room had risen from their seats to sit on the lower steps around the stage. This was encouraged as more money was deposited in their skimpy coverings in this manner. Poppy had abandoned her for the stage long ago and Minerva sat alone at the table looking around the room. She felt more than heard a commotion at the entrance. She turned again to watch the stage but a flash of silver hair had her looking at the doorway again.
An agitated Albus was demanding entrance to the muscular wizard guarding the doorway into the room. Minerva rose from her chair. Something must have happened at the school. She felt her face flush as she wondered what Albus must think of finding her in such an establishment. The thought gave way to worry by the time she made her way across the room. It would be grave news to bring Albus to find her.
The bouncer at the door, and he could only be thought as such, crossed his arms and shook his head again. Too many angry husbands and boyfriends came each week looking for a wife or girlfriend. He was under strict orders not to let any males in the room while the dancers were performing and he was good at his job.
This one in front of him was new however. A bit older than the usual but he had noticed several older women in the crowd earlier. He gave a smirk. Didn’t the men know the club merely heated up the women so when they went home, their mates would reap the benefits of a night out with the girls? He didn’t want to have to petrify the old man but if he stuck his wand in his face one more time, old man or not, he was going to have to take care of him. He removed his own wand but the approach of a witch halted him.
Oh good, she must have seen the old man. He shook his head as the two walked outside. He looked out the window to make sure they would apparate away but they stood there talking. He walked back to stand guard at the doorway. She probably came with her girlfriends and would sweet-talk him for a few minutes before sending him back home. He didn’t care. His job was to guard the door, not oversee relationships.
I wouldn't mind a fashion show. Kacie
