Post by pinkie on Sept 22, 2005 9:07:10 GMT -5
Hi everybody!
This came into my head during work (I know, I ought to dó something about that...) and it is based on real events.
Title: An awful weekend
Rating: Can you read? Than you're good
Summary: A weekend that ends in a emotional surprise
+ I don't think JK begrudges me writing this, but I do not own anything!!!
Minerva hated to admit it, but she missed Albus. All her life she had been a capable, unnerved, strong woman and now, after being with Albus for only two months, she felt a physical pain not having him around.
Poppy had asked her to come along to Amsterdam to talk to some highly trained specialist healers and she had thought to herself it would be fun: four days in a different country, different enough to feel very much away from home, but not too far.
The first day thay had apparated into the centre of Amsterdam and Poppy had gone to the hospital straight away while Minerva saw a few sights and visited two or three museums. The second day they had shopped, shopped shopped and shopped some more and decided after dinner to go to a cinema to watch a film. Sitting in the dark, watching a beautiful story about a writer and his quest to write a good play, Minerva couldn’t keep her mind to the lines, the scenery, nor the very handsome face of the main actor. Her mind was in her chambers, she saw Albus in her robe, eating a cold piece of chicken that was left over from their enormous meal the previous day. She saw herself lying there beside him, her pale nakedness covered by the white cotton sheet. She could almost smell him, feel his touch… Minerva shook her head to rid herself of the images and tried to focus on the movie.
The following day, Poppy had to see the healers again and Minerva was alone. Before she had fallen in love with Albus, Minerva loved her freedom and to be alone. Especially being alone in a city on a rainy day. Was it her Scottish temper? Or was it that she was trying to hide her loneliness? All she knew now was that she longed for Albus so much, she didn’t know what to do with herself. She walked past shops, tried on some clothes that didn’t fit or made her look more unhappy and plain.
On her way to find a decent cup of coffee (why isn’t there a Starbucks here?!), she decided to call him. Standing in a small alley where few people came by, she whispered a spell, waiting for Albus’ voice to sooth her pain. When he did return her call, she broke out in tears, stuttering words like: I miss you so, I want to go home, I don’t want to be here all alone… Albus on the other end was about as hurt as she was and at that moment she realized: I love him. I actually, thoroughly truly love him. This is not an infatuation, it isn’t lust – I love him!!! And a smile rose to her lips and when she ended the spell, she was ready to shout it out to the world:
Albus Dumbledore is my man!!!
Returning very late that night, Poppy stayed with a young healer-in-training – wink wink, nudge nudge, y’know-what-I-mean – , Minerva walked up the steps with her heart fluttering in her chest. The doors opened as she touched the knob and was enveloped in the strongest arms she had ever known. Kisses were planted on her hair and she buried herself in his embrace, sniffing his lemony scent, feeling home again. When she finally looked up, she stared into Albus’ clear blue eyes. “I missed you…” she said, in utter surprise. “I missed you too…” he had the littlest of smiles hidden in his eyes.
“I never thought I’d miss you, half as much as I did… I think I love you…” she whispered into his beard. “Thank Merlin for that!” Albus said and pulled her even closer, into a deep, reassuring kiss.
This came into my head during work (I know, I ought to dó something about that...) and it is based on real events.
Title: An awful weekend
Rating: Can you read? Than you're good
Summary: A weekend that ends in a emotional surprise
+ I don't think JK begrudges me writing this, but I do not own anything!!!
Minerva hated to admit it, but she missed Albus. All her life she had been a capable, unnerved, strong woman and now, after being with Albus for only two months, she felt a physical pain not having him around.
Poppy had asked her to come along to Amsterdam to talk to some highly trained specialist healers and she had thought to herself it would be fun: four days in a different country, different enough to feel very much away from home, but not too far.
The first day thay had apparated into the centre of Amsterdam and Poppy had gone to the hospital straight away while Minerva saw a few sights and visited two or three museums. The second day they had shopped, shopped shopped and shopped some more and decided after dinner to go to a cinema to watch a film. Sitting in the dark, watching a beautiful story about a writer and his quest to write a good play, Minerva couldn’t keep her mind to the lines, the scenery, nor the very handsome face of the main actor. Her mind was in her chambers, she saw Albus in her robe, eating a cold piece of chicken that was left over from their enormous meal the previous day. She saw herself lying there beside him, her pale nakedness covered by the white cotton sheet. She could almost smell him, feel his touch… Minerva shook her head to rid herself of the images and tried to focus on the movie.
The following day, Poppy had to see the healers again and Minerva was alone. Before she had fallen in love with Albus, Minerva loved her freedom and to be alone. Especially being alone in a city on a rainy day. Was it her Scottish temper? Or was it that she was trying to hide her loneliness? All she knew now was that she longed for Albus so much, she didn’t know what to do with herself. She walked past shops, tried on some clothes that didn’t fit or made her look more unhappy and plain.
On her way to find a decent cup of coffee (why isn’t there a Starbucks here?!), she decided to call him. Standing in a small alley where few people came by, she whispered a spell, waiting for Albus’ voice to sooth her pain. When he did return her call, she broke out in tears, stuttering words like: I miss you so, I want to go home, I don’t want to be here all alone… Albus on the other end was about as hurt as she was and at that moment she realized: I love him. I actually, thoroughly truly love him. This is not an infatuation, it isn’t lust – I love him!!! And a smile rose to her lips and when she ended the spell, she was ready to shout it out to the world:
Albus Dumbledore is my man!!!
Returning very late that night, Poppy stayed with a young healer-in-training – wink wink, nudge nudge, y’know-what-I-mean – , Minerva walked up the steps with her heart fluttering in her chest. The doors opened as she touched the knob and was enveloped in the strongest arms she had ever known. Kisses were planted on her hair and she buried herself in his embrace, sniffing his lemony scent, feeling home again. When she finally looked up, she stared into Albus’ clear blue eyes. “I missed you…” she said, in utter surprise. “I missed you too…” he had the littlest of smiles hidden in his eyes.
“I never thought I’d miss you, half as much as I did… I think I love you…” she whispered into his beard. “Thank Merlin for that!” Albus said and pulled her even closer, into a deep, reassuring kiss.
