Post by beMMADfabulous on Nov 23, 2007 21:17:13 GMT -5
FanFic 100 Challenge Prompt #:: 093- Thanksgiving
Albus Dumbledore sat stiffly in his straight-backed chair, his fingertips pressed together in a steeple-like shape in the way they often were when he had something on his mind.
“What are you thinking, Albus?” Minerva asked in a low voice.
Minerva watched him as his lips turned upward into a smooth smile and his blue eyes suddenly appeared brighter at the sound of her voice. Albus leaned towards her as if about to tell a secret he wanted no one else to hear, though they were very much alone in his office. Even the portraits, surprisingly, were genuinely asleep in their frames.
“I was thinking that we should celebrate Thanksgiving this year,” he replied evenly, as if commenting on nothing more than the fact that it was sprinkling rain outside.
“Thanksgiving?” Minerva repeated incredulously. “You are aware that we’re not American, aren’t you?”
Albus chuckled.
“Of course, but I do believe we can all afford to be a little more thankful for what we have, no matter what time of the year it is. Do you agree?”
Minerva smiled thoughtfully at his words.
“Yes, I do.”
Albus leaned back into his chair and brought his fingertips back up into their steeple position.
“Do you know what I’m most thankful for, Minerva?” he asked in a light-hearted tone.
“Lemon drops?” she replied with a grin.
“Those are very nice, too,” Albus agreed with a nod, “But I’m most thankful for you.”
Minerva opened her mouth briefly and then closed it again, uncertain as to whether or not she had actually understood him correctly.
“Pardon me?” she said, tilting her head slightly.
“I am most thankful for you, Minerva, because you have always stood by me through everything.” He took a breath as she felt her heart skip a beat. “When there was no one else to turn to, no one else to count on, I could turn to you. You are my strength, and for that, I am forever grateful.”
They sat in silence for what seemed to be hours but could not have been more than several seconds. Minerva clenched her teeth as if this would somehow prevent a flush from creeping onto her cheeks.
“You are?” she asked, fully aware of the uncharacteristic quavering in her voice.
“Yes.”
She smiled at him, fighting the urge to stand up and pull him into a tight embrace. That would not, after all, be appropriate, though her heart did not seem to mind this fact. Instinctively, Minerva reached out and took Albus’s hand, squeezing it softly within her own.
“I never knew...” Minerva said. “But I’m thankful for you as well. Words cannot express how much you mean to me.”
Minerva shivered slightly from how much she had revealed to him, but Albus calmed this fear by squeezing her hand in return.
Minerva laughed as she thought of the students’ and faculty’s reaction to Hogwarts celebrating an American holiday, but she could not deny she was intrigued by the idea.
“So, about us celebrating Thanksgiving…” Minerva continued.
“Yes?” Albus said, a grin spread widely, hopefully on his face as Minerva gave him a smile and a nod.
“I think we can work to accomplish that, Headmaster.”
THE END
A/N:: Utter rubbish, eh? Ah well... That’s all, folks!
Thanksgiving?
Albus Dumbledore sat stiffly in his straight-backed chair, his fingertips pressed together in a steeple-like shape in the way they often were when he had something on his mind.
“What are you thinking, Albus?” Minerva asked in a low voice.
Minerva watched him as his lips turned upward into a smooth smile and his blue eyes suddenly appeared brighter at the sound of her voice. Albus leaned towards her as if about to tell a secret he wanted no one else to hear, though they were very much alone in his office. Even the portraits, surprisingly, were genuinely asleep in their frames.
“I was thinking that we should celebrate Thanksgiving this year,” he replied evenly, as if commenting on nothing more than the fact that it was sprinkling rain outside.
“Thanksgiving?” Minerva repeated incredulously. “You are aware that we’re not American, aren’t you?”
Albus chuckled.
“Of course, but I do believe we can all afford to be a little more thankful for what we have, no matter what time of the year it is. Do you agree?”
Minerva smiled thoughtfully at his words.
“Yes, I do.”
Albus leaned back into his chair and brought his fingertips back up into their steeple position.
“Do you know what I’m most thankful for, Minerva?” he asked in a light-hearted tone.
“Lemon drops?” she replied with a grin.
“Those are very nice, too,” Albus agreed with a nod, “But I’m most thankful for you.”
Minerva opened her mouth briefly and then closed it again, uncertain as to whether or not she had actually understood him correctly.
“Pardon me?” she said, tilting her head slightly.
“I am most thankful for you, Minerva, because you have always stood by me through everything.” He took a breath as she felt her heart skip a beat. “When there was no one else to turn to, no one else to count on, I could turn to you. You are my strength, and for that, I am forever grateful.”
They sat in silence for what seemed to be hours but could not have been more than several seconds. Minerva clenched her teeth as if this would somehow prevent a flush from creeping onto her cheeks.
“You are?” she asked, fully aware of the uncharacteristic quavering in her voice.
“Yes.”
She smiled at him, fighting the urge to stand up and pull him into a tight embrace. That would not, after all, be appropriate, though her heart did not seem to mind this fact. Instinctively, Minerva reached out and took Albus’s hand, squeezing it softly within her own.
“I never knew...” Minerva said. “But I’m thankful for you as well. Words cannot express how much you mean to me.”
Minerva shivered slightly from how much she had revealed to him, but Albus calmed this fear by squeezing her hand in return.
Minerva laughed as she thought of the students’ and faculty’s reaction to Hogwarts celebrating an American holiday, but she could not deny she was intrigued by the idea.
“So, about us celebrating Thanksgiving…” Minerva continued.
“Yes?” Albus said, a grin spread widely, hopefully on his face as Minerva gave him a smile and a nod.
“I think we can work to accomplish that, Headmaster.”
THE END
A/N:: Utter rubbish, eh? Ah well... That’s all, folks!
