Post by beMMADfabulous on May 20, 2007 22:07:50 GMT -5
A/N:: Yes, I do realize both that it is not Valentine’s Day (which is when this fic is set) and that this is a really lame plot, but please bear with me. I have to take whatever Tempest (my darling muse) gives me. ;D
FanFic 100 Challenge #:: 036- Smell
"Achoo!"
The echo resounded clearly though the empty hallway. Minerva wiped her nose with her handkerchief with a groan of sheer misery. Valentine's Day. This was definitely a holiday she could live without. Sure, she loved the stuffed animals, the sentimental cards, and the blossoming of romance just as much as the next person, but as for the flowers?
"Achoo!"
Ugh.. Those she and her overactive allergies could do without. She loved flowers dearly, but she had always been forced to admire them from afar because of her seasonal allergic reactions. Her head had felt painfully heavy all day, and it seemed no amount of holiday chocolates could make her feel any better.
As Minerva made her way towards the Headmaster's office to deliver some papers to be sent to the Ministry, she secretly wished that she and the man on the other side of the door could instead be sharing a romantic dinner together... Minus the flowers, of course.
"Come in, Minerva."
She smiled to herself as he called to her before she had even knocked. Upon opening the door, she found Albus sitting up quite alertly with overturned stray papers littering his desk. To his right was a box of what appeared to be assorted colored writing sticks that Muggle children often used. Now what were those things called, again? Albus had told her once before... Ah, yes- crayons.
"Here is the paperwork you requested," she said as she handed him the files.
"Thank you," he replied with a certain twinkle in his blue eyes.
Minerva nodded and exited the room to leave him to his work... Whatever that was.
________________________________________________
Minerva stretched and sat up in bed. How long had she been napping? She squinted her eyes at the clock. Ah, two hours.
She rubbed her heavy eyelids as she made her way to her sitting room. Instantly, her eyes fell upon a small table in the room. She picked up a card, which had not been there before, and read:
Minerva laughed aloud as she admired her new vase, complete with half a dozen hand-made multi-colored Origami flowers.
THE END
FanFic 100 Challenge #:: 036- Smell
Half a Dozen Flowers
"Achoo!"
The echo resounded clearly though the empty hallway. Minerva wiped her nose with her handkerchief with a groan of sheer misery. Valentine's Day. This was definitely a holiday she could live without. Sure, she loved the stuffed animals, the sentimental cards, and the blossoming of romance just as much as the next person, but as for the flowers?
"Achoo!"
Ugh.. Those she and her overactive allergies could do without. She loved flowers dearly, but she had always been forced to admire them from afar because of her seasonal allergic reactions. Her head had felt painfully heavy all day, and it seemed no amount of holiday chocolates could make her feel any better.
As Minerva made her way towards the Headmaster's office to deliver some papers to be sent to the Ministry, she secretly wished that she and the man on the other side of the door could instead be sharing a romantic dinner together... Minus the flowers, of course.
"Come in, Minerva."
She smiled to herself as he called to her before she had even knocked. Upon opening the door, she found Albus sitting up quite alertly with overturned stray papers littering his desk. To his right was a box of what appeared to be assorted colored writing sticks that Muggle children often used. Now what were those things called, again? Albus had told her once before... Ah, yes- crayons.
"Here is the paperwork you requested," she said as she handed him the files.
"Thank you," he replied with a certain twinkle in his blue eyes.
Minerva nodded and exited the room to leave him to his work... Whatever that was.
________________________________________________
Minerva stretched and sat up in bed. How long had she been napping? She squinted her eyes at the clock. Ah, two hours.
She rubbed her heavy eyelids as she made her way to her sitting room. Instantly, her eyes fell upon a small table in the room. She picked up a card, which had not been there before, and read:
Dear Minerva,
Roses are red.
Violets are blue.
I know you're allergic,
So these are for you.
With love,
Albus Dumbledore
Violets are blue.
I know you're allergic,
So these are for you.
With love,
Albus Dumbledore
Minerva laughed aloud as she admired her new vase, complete with half a dozen hand-made multi-colored Origami flowers.
THE END
