Post by maritelske on Jan 7, 2007 4:38:26 GMT -5
Summary: An angry witch confronts a confused wizard. Dare I say more? (Set during OOTP post Dumbledore's new teacher announcement)
Rating: PG, for suggested material.
With thanks: to minniequill, for betaing this mindless rubbish.
AN: As this piece holds no character development, no plot and no real point (and it was SO MUCH FUN to write) I wasn't sure what category to post it under. So, bare with me...
“What do you want?” Her voice was bitter, resolute almost as her piercing green eyes surveyed the man on her doorstep. To say it was entirely her own doorstep, however, was a liberty she took.
Approximately five minutes prior her husbands arrival, she had re-titled their house as her own and attempted to pretend that she had never married a man by the name of Albus Dumbledore.
“Minerva, please – ”
“ – I am in no mood for your pathetic excuses Albus. Now if you will excuse me...” But as she went to close the door, he placed his foot between it and the doorframe.
“Minerva”
“OH!” In her frustration, she threw her hands up in the air and stormed back into the house in a flurry of tartan.
Albus Dumbledore was the greatest wizard of his time – yet he was terrified. His wife’s Scottish temper was certainly not a force to be reckoned with.
The air crackled around her as she began to call out spells, sending pots and pans flying across the room. When one of them narrowly missed her husbands’ skull, she gave a satisfied smile.
Albus sighed heavily, realising that he would have to pull out his best in order to win her back.
“Do you remember our vows, Albus?”
He winced.
He was definitely going to have to pull out his best.
“Our... our vows, Minerva?”
“Yes, Albus. I promise to love, honour and obey – to share everything with you, both the good and the bad”
“Ah, yes – they are coming back to me now”
Another pot narrowly missed his head.
“Minerva, of course I remember our vows and you know that I love you and that – ”
“ – Oh, really? Well you have a funny way of showing it” In her fury, her kitchen shelf collapsed quite on it’s own accord, sending cutlery across the floor. Cursing, Minerva muttered reparo and the utensils began to neatly re-arrange themselves.
“Here, let me...”
“I AM PERFECTLY CAPABLE OF FIXING A SHELF!” She shrieked, her voice bordering on almost insanity. Her hair was a mess; her robes strewn across her body with little care and her cheeks were flushed with her anger.
Albus Dumbledore knew he was in trouble as Minerva’s wand produced red flames with her second reparo.
“Minerva, there is something I have been meaning to tell you”
“That – ” The word was punctured with her frustration, “ – is obvious”
The shelf was still re-organising itself behind her, but Albus hardly seemed to notice. He had always been bewitched by his wife but now, as she raged and stormed before him, he realised how beautiful she looked when she was angry.
He had only ever seen her this furious once – and that was when he had told her that Slytherin had done the unthinkable and had beat Gryffindor in the Quidditch Cup. That night, he had narrowly missed a flaming ball of fire that had shot (quite on its own accord) out of the tip of her wand.
“Albus! Are you even listening to me?”
This time, it was a saucepan which narrowly missed his left ear.
“I am sorry my love”
“Don’t you MY LOVE me! I am suffering Albus! How you could even THINK not to tell me is beyond me! Honestly, forty three years of marriage and now this!”
“The reason I didn’t tell you is because I knew you would react like this”
“React like what?!”
Another crack, and the kitchen door fell off it’s hinges. Neither of them paid it any attention as they became engrossed in their argument.
“Exactly like this, Minerva! Flying into a rage”
“You think this is a rage then, do you?”
“I would say so, yes” He nodded as a strainer flew over his head, smashing on the wall behind him.
“I’m only just getting started!”
Minerva McGonagall rarely flew into a fury, but there was something about her present situation that angered her more than anything else.
“I am sorry, Minerva. But I really did have no control, the Ministry of Magic – ”
“ – The Ministry of Magic is a pile of dragon dung”
Her hands were scrunched into fists, her long finger nails cutting into her palm. She hardly seemed to notice.
“Be that as it may, I still have a position to uphold and with the current... world situation... I think it unwise to disobey an order from Fudge”
“From Fudge?! Albus, the man can hardly tell one end of a troll from the other!”
“But he is still Minister of Magic”
“He is also a nitwit”
“I could not ignore my orders Minerva. But if I had known it would cause you this much anguish...”
“Oh, no Albus. It has caused me MUCH MORE. I had to find out at the FEAST. At the FEAST OF ALL PLACES!”
With her raised voice, the lamp in the room next door shattered into a thousand pieces.
“Yes, I admit that wasn’t one of my best ideas but Minerva, my dear...” He paused briefly, waiting to see if another saucepan flew wildly across the room.
None came.
“... my dear, you know I value you above all else – that I would never intentionally betray you, but I did not want to cause you further upset”
“So you admit that you deliberately hid it from me?”
“I did not do so deliberately. Of course, I knew that Cornelius – ” Minerva rolled her eyes but her husband continued on, quite unconcerned, “ – had appointed the new staff member, but I did not think he would choose Dolores Um – ”
“ – DO NOT SAY HER NAME!” Minerva cried furiously, her teeth gnashing together as her green eyes flamed, “That woman is nothing but a stupid, evil, manipulative, conniving FOOL”
“And you, my dear, are nothing but wonderful, and beautiful, and brilliant” He deliberately drew out his words as he walked towards her, finally standing before her to see her expression soften, “You are my wife Minerva, and I would never lie to you.”
“No” She agreed, softly, damning him for rendering her so absolutely in love with his calming words.
She would have given him anything in that moment.
“You are my wife, and I love you”
“Oh...” She moaned softly as she, finally, melted into his embrace.
"Minerva, the kitchen..."
"Forget the kitchen, forget the kitchen" She muttered against his lips and all coherent was gone.
The mess she had created lay forgotten as they ventured upstairs, robes laying forgotten across the banister, kisses becoming frenzied and mutterings fading into oblivion as they gave themselves over to one another completely.
It was some time, a long time, later that Minerva lay completely spent beside her husband – her fingers trailing across his naked chest.
“I hate Dolores Umbridge” She muttered and Albus gave a wry smile.
“Right, so not entirely forgiven...”
Rating: PG, for suggested material.
With thanks: to minniequill, for betaing this mindless rubbish.
AN: As this piece holds no character development, no plot and no real point (and it was SO MUCH FUN to write) I wasn't sure what category to post it under. So, bare with me...
WISE
“What do you want?” Her voice was bitter, resolute almost as her piercing green eyes surveyed the man on her doorstep. To say it was entirely her own doorstep, however, was a liberty she took.
Approximately five minutes prior her husbands arrival, she had re-titled their house as her own and attempted to pretend that she had never married a man by the name of Albus Dumbledore.
“Minerva, please – ”
“ – I am in no mood for your pathetic excuses Albus. Now if you will excuse me...” But as she went to close the door, he placed his foot between it and the doorframe.
“Minerva”
“OH!” In her frustration, she threw her hands up in the air and stormed back into the house in a flurry of tartan.
Albus Dumbledore was the greatest wizard of his time – yet he was terrified. His wife’s Scottish temper was certainly not a force to be reckoned with.
The air crackled around her as she began to call out spells, sending pots and pans flying across the room. When one of them narrowly missed her husbands’ skull, she gave a satisfied smile.
Albus sighed heavily, realising that he would have to pull out his best in order to win her back.
“Do you remember our vows, Albus?”
He winced.
He was definitely going to have to pull out his best.
“Our... our vows, Minerva?”
“Yes, Albus. I promise to love, honour and obey – to share everything with you, both the good and the bad”
“Ah, yes – they are coming back to me now”
Another pot narrowly missed his head.
“Minerva, of course I remember our vows and you know that I love you and that – ”
“ – Oh, really? Well you have a funny way of showing it” In her fury, her kitchen shelf collapsed quite on it’s own accord, sending cutlery across the floor. Cursing, Minerva muttered reparo and the utensils began to neatly re-arrange themselves.
“Here, let me...”
“I AM PERFECTLY CAPABLE OF FIXING A SHELF!” She shrieked, her voice bordering on almost insanity. Her hair was a mess; her robes strewn across her body with little care and her cheeks were flushed with her anger.
Albus Dumbledore knew he was in trouble as Minerva’s wand produced red flames with her second reparo.
“Minerva, there is something I have been meaning to tell you”
“That – ” The word was punctured with her frustration, “ – is obvious”
The shelf was still re-organising itself behind her, but Albus hardly seemed to notice. He had always been bewitched by his wife but now, as she raged and stormed before him, he realised how beautiful she looked when she was angry.
He had only ever seen her this furious once – and that was when he had told her that Slytherin had done the unthinkable and had beat Gryffindor in the Quidditch Cup. That night, he had narrowly missed a flaming ball of fire that had shot (quite on its own accord) out of the tip of her wand.
“Albus! Are you even listening to me?”
This time, it was a saucepan which narrowly missed his left ear.
“I am sorry my love”
“Don’t you MY LOVE me! I am suffering Albus! How you could even THINK not to tell me is beyond me! Honestly, forty three years of marriage and now this!”
“The reason I didn’t tell you is because I knew you would react like this”
“React like what?!”
Another crack, and the kitchen door fell off it’s hinges. Neither of them paid it any attention as they became engrossed in their argument.
“Exactly like this, Minerva! Flying into a rage”
“You think this is a rage then, do you?”
“I would say so, yes” He nodded as a strainer flew over his head, smashing on the wall behind him.
“I’m only just getting started!”
Minerva McGonagall rarely flew into a fury, but there was something about her present situation that angered her more than anything else.
“I am sorry, Minerva. But I really did have no control, the Ministry of Magic – ”
“ – The Ministry of Magic is a pile of dragon dung”
Her hands were scrunched into fists, her long finger nails cutting into her palm. She hardly seemed to notice.
“Be that as it may, I still have a position to uphold and with the current... world situation... I think it unwise to disobey an order from Fudge”
“From Fudge?! Albus, the man can hardly tell one end of a troll from the other!”
“But he is still Minister of Magic”
“He is also a nitwit”
“I could not ignore my orders Minerva. But if I had known it would cause you this much anguish...”
“Oh, no Albus. It has caused me MUCH MORE. I had to find out at the FEAST. At the FEAST OF ALL PLACES!”
With her raised voice, the lamp in the room next door shattered into a thousand pieces.
“Yes, I admit that wasn’t one of my best ideas but Minerva, my dear...” He paused briefly, waiting to see if another saucepan flew wildly across the room.
None came.
“... my dear, you know I value you above all else – that I would never intentionally betray you, but I did not want to cause you further upset”
“So you admit that you deliberately hid it from me?”
“I did not do so deliberately. Of course, I knew that Cornelius – ” Minerva rolled her eyes but her husband continued on, quite unconcerned, “ – had appointed the new staff member, but I did not think he would choose Dolores Um – ”
“ – DO NOT SAY HER NAME!” Minerva cried furiously, her teeth gnashing together as her green eyes flamed, “That woman is nothing but a stupid, evil, manipulative, conniving FOOL”
“And you, my dear, are nothing but wonderful, and beautiful, and brilliant” He deliberately drew out his words as he walked towards her, finally standing before her to see her expression soften, “You are my wife Minerva, and I would never lie to you.”
“No” She agreed, softly, damning him for rendering her so absolutely in love with his calming words.
She would have given him anything in that moment.
“You are my wife, and I love you”
“Oh...” She moaned softly as she, finally, melted into his embrace.
"Minerva, the kitchen..."
"Forget the kitchen, forget the kitchen" She muttered against his lips and all coherent was gone.
The mess she had created lay forgotten as they ventured upstairs, robes laying forgotten across the banister, kisses becoming frenzied and mutterings fading into oblivion as they gave themselves over to one another completely.
It was some time, a long time, later that Minerva lay completely spent beside her husband – her fingers trailing across his naked chest.
“I hate Dolores Umbridge” She muttered and Albus gave a wry smile.
“Right, so not entirely forgiven...”
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