Post by Sensiblyquirky on Mar 28, 2007 22:57:57 GMT -5
It has been forever since I’ve written anything because I’ve been student teaching. This was inspired by the challenge in the Challenge tag, but it doesn’t follow the rules so that’s why it is in fluff.
This is the first time I’ve written in awhile and who knows when I’ll write again, but here’s a little something:
Vibrant
Minerva closed the heavy door to Malcolm Manor with a sigh and removed her rain soaked muggle coat in the entryway. She contemplated changing her muggle skirt and blouse into her robes, but decided she was too tired to do it.
As Minerva moved through the manor to the back of the house where a few meeting rooms for the Order of the Phoenix had been added she unwound her hair from its tight bun and let it fall to its length just beneath her shoulder blades.
Today was her birthday, but the miserable weather compounded with the fact that the new dark lord Voldemort was winning in his fight for domination over the Magical Community made the day less than wonderful.
Further Minerva had been spying all day long, though she did volunteer to go, and now had to go sit through a long meeting discussing the various surveillance other members of the order had gathered. Minerva liked most of the order members, but she wasn’t sure today was a day she wanted to listen to Moody preach his “constant vigilance.”
The one positive was her boss and friend Albus Dumbledore would be present and as Minerva had not seen Albus in three days she was anxious to talk to him. Well, not just talk. If Minerva was honest with herself she wanted to see if Albus would remember her birthday.
Pausing outside of the door that led to the library of the Malcolm Manor, through which she could gain access to the Order’s meeting room, Minerva tried to clear her mind before opening the door.
When she did open it she could not help smiling softly at the image that greeted her. In the old library a fire was burning letting out a welcoming heat while Albus warmed his hands in front of it. As Minerva approached she noticed two wine glasses on the small table between the two leather chairs that faced the fire. One of the chairs even looked like a small present had been laid upon it, but Minerva tried not to get her hopes up.
“Your curiosity is not in vain, my dear, the gift is for you. Happy birthday,” Albus smiled softly as he turned around to greet his Deputy.
For the first time that day Minerva felt warm and it wasn’t because of the fire. Albus’ eyes had the potential to effuse warmth from his soul into yours, or at least into Minerva’s.
“I didn’t know if you would remember,” Minerva replied reaching for the parcel.
“No, I wouldn’t forget,” was all Albus replied as he watched Minerva slowly open the package.
It was the only gift she had received that day, so Minerva took her time. When she finally came to the box she was surprised at its contents: on a necklace chain of gold was a jewel the color of fire, so vibrant in its color Minerva was sure it would burn to touch. The stone was rounded and even simple in its own way.
Minerva thought she should protest. The “I can’t accept this,” and the “Albus, this is too much” statements all leapt through her mind, but she said nothing as Albus clasped the necklace around her neck and then stood back to admire his gift.
“I knew when I saw it only your own inner fire could match the vibrancy of the jewel.”
“Thank you,” Minerva muttered softly fingering the foreign object, “this is unexpected, but lovely. It is...” Minerva wanted to say the most beautiful present she had ever received but the only thing she could think of was intimate but she dare not say that.
“..intimate,” Albus finished for her as he reached for her hand. He brought her hand up to his mouth to kiss her finger tips before letting his hand travel up her arm and into her hair.
“I have always wanted to run my fingers through your hair, Minerva.”
Minerva allowed herself to be pulled closer to Albus until there was only a little space between them. “Please do,” was all she could think to say.
Albus’ hand was slow in its exploration of her dark silky hair, while Minerva cautiously placed both her hands on Albus’ chest beginning to play with his long beard. Minerva closed her eyes as she felt Albus’ other hand join the one running through her hair and when his hands cupped the back of her head she shivered.
His kiss was strong and loving.
Her kiss was loving and strong.
This is the first time I’ve written in awhile and who knows when I’ll write again, but here’s a little something:
Vibrant
Minerva closed the heavy door to Malcolm Manor with a sigh and removed her rain soaked muggle coat in the entryway. She contemplated changing her muggle skirt and blouse into her robes, but decided she was too tired to do it.
As Minerva moved through the manor to the back of the house where a few meeting rooms for the Order of the Phoenix had been added she unwound her hair from its tight bun and let it fall to its length just beneath her shoulder blades.
Today was her birthday, but the miserable weather compounded with the fact that the new dark lord Voldemort was winning in his fight for domination over the Magical Community made the day less than wonderful.
Further Minerva had been spying all day long, though she did volunteer to go, and now had to go sit through a long meeting discussing the various surveillance other members of the order had gathered. Minerva liked most of the order members, but she wasn’t sure today was a day she wanted to listen to Moody preach his “constant vigilance.”
The one positive was her boss and friend Albus Dumbledore would be present and as Minerva had not seen Albus in three days she was anxious to talk to him. Well, not just talk. If Minerva was honest with herself she wanted to see if Albus would remember her birthday.
Pausing outside of the door that led to the library of the Malcolm Manor, through which she could gain access to the Order’s meeting room, Minerva tried to clear her mind before opening the door.
When she did open it she could not help smiling softly at the image that greeted her. In the old library a fire was burning letting out a welcoming heat while Albus warmed his hands in front of it. As Minerva approached she noticed two wine glasses on the small table between the two leather chairs that faced the fire. One of the chairs even looked like a small present had been laid upon it, but Minerva tried not to get her hopes up.
“Your curiosity is not in vain, my dear, the gift is for you. Happy birthday,” Albus smiled softly as he turned around to greet his Deputy.
For the first time that day Minerva felt warm and it wasn’t because of the fire. Albus’ eyes had the potential to effuse warmth from his soul into yours, or at least into Minerva’s.
“I didn’t know if you would remember,” Minerva replied reaching for the parcel.
“No, I wouldn’t forget,” was all Albus replied as he watched Minerva slowly open the package.
It was the only gift she had received that day, so Minerva took her time. When she finally came to the box she was surprised at its contents: on a necklace chain of gold was a jewel the color of fire, so vibrant in its color Minerva was sure it would burn to touch. The stone was rounded and even simple in its own way.
Minerva thought she should protest. The “I can’t accept this,” and the “Albus, this is too much” statements all leapt through her mind, but she said nothing as Albus clasped the necklace around her neck and then stood back to admire his gift.
“I knew when I saw it only your own inner fire could match the vibrancy of the jewel.”
“Thank you,” Minerva muttered softly fingering the foreign object, “this is unexpected, but lovely. It is...” Minerva wanted to say the most beautiful present she had ever received but the only thing she could think of was intimate but she dare not say that.
“..intimate,” Albus finished for her as he reached for her hand. He brought her hand up to his mouth to kiss her finger tips before letting his hand travel up her arm and into her hair.
“I have always wanted to run my fingers through your hair, Minerva.”
Minerva allowed herself to be pulled closer to Albus until there was only a little space between them. “Please do,” was all she could think to say.
Albus’ hand was slow in its exploration of her dark silky hair, while Minerva cautiously placed both her hands on Albus’ chest beginning to play with his long beard. Minerva closed her eyes as she felt Albus’ other hand join the one running through her hair and when his hands cupped the back of her head she shivered.
His kiss was strong and loving.
Her kiss was loving and strong.
It's great to read something from you again.
