Post by furandfeathers on Dec 29, 2007 11:03:33 GMT -5
My secret santa present for TartanLioness! I'm glad you liked it, dear!
A/N: I so wanted to make a song fic out of this song (Mary’s Song, by Taylor Swift) but I was inspired to use it for this instead. Characters are property of J.K. Rowling and I make no money off of this or anything else for that matter.
Minerva made her way to Albus’ office humming. It was Christmas Eve, and for the past thirty years or so, they had decorated the tree in his office together, and then played chess for a better part of the night. This year, Christmas Eve fell on a Monday, and Minerva had opted to go and visit her family the weekend before Christmas, rather than the weekend after. Her niece was quite fond of muggle music, and Minerva had been humming the same song since the day before.
“Stained glass cookie,” Minerva said, giving the password to the gargoyle. When she reached the top, the door swung open for her and she entered Albus’ office where he was waiting for her.
“Good evening, my dear,” he said warmly.
“Hello, Albus.”
“Ready to decorate?” he asked, grinning like a child.
“Absolutely, although I do have one question.”
“What’s that?”
“What is a stained glass cookie?”
He laughed. “They are colorful mini marshmallows with chocolate, and coconut around the edges.”
“Sounds wonderful.”
“They’re to die for. Especially frozen.”
“Frozen?” she asked in disbelief. She had never heard of frozen cookies.
“Trust me.” He told her.
“I do,” she said quietly.
“What shall we start with?” Albus asked after a moment.
“The lights, of course, don’t we go through this every year? We always start with the lights.”
“Yes, dear.”
“Don’t you ‘yes, dear’ me, Albus Dumbledore!” she sent him a mock glare, and he pretended to cower behind a chair. She laughed at him, and then set about putting up the lights while he called a house elf and ordered some tea for both of them. With a wave of his hand, Bing Crosby’s voice filled the air singing White Christmas.
Minerva smiled happily as she tossed the string of lights around to Albus so he could weave them through the branches on his side of the tree. She was skeptical at first, all those years ago, but he had convinced her that decorating the muggle way could be fun, and she’d gone along with him. Now, she looked forward to this tradition. Spending Christmas Eve and Christmas morning with him was her favorite part of the holiday season.
It wasn’t long until they had all the lights on the tree, and had moved on to the ornaments.
“We haven’t broken any yet this year, I’m surprised,” Albus said, and not more than four seconds later, he dropped one. Minerva burst out laughing as he stared in disbelief at the shards of glass on the floor.
“You were saying?” Minerva giggled as she cast a quick charm to repair the ornament.
“I’m not going to say anything anymore.” He grumbled.
“I think that’s a good idea. How about you just sing?” she suggested, as she stood on her toes to reach as high as she could on the tree.
“When you’re worried, and you can’t sleep, count your blessings, instead of sheep,” he sang.
“Oh, I love that song!” she cried. “It’s one of my favorites.”
“I’m afraid that I really can’t compare to Bing Crosby, though.” Albus told her.
“You have a wonderful voice,” Minerva protested. “I enjoy listening to you sing.”
He didn’t respond for a moment, and when Minerva turned to look at him, she found him staring at her with an expression she couldn’t quite read. The moment was broken when he dropped another ornament.
Soon after the tree was completely decorated. Albus came to stand beside Minerva and slipped an arm around her shoulders.
“It looks nice, doesn’t it?” he said.
“It looks marvelous. It always does. We’re a good team.” She told him, resting her head on his shoulder and enjoying being close to him. She wasn’t conscious of her humming until Albus asked,
“What is that song?”
“Song?”
“The song you’ve been humming. It’s not a carol, and it sounds pretty, but I’ve never heard it before.”
“It’s a muggle song that my niece played over and over this weekend. I guess it’s stuck in my head. It reminds me of you though, that’s why.” She said, and then mentally kicked herself. Why had she said that?
“How does it remind you of me?”
“Oh it’s nothing, really. Just a silly song.”
“Sing some?” he asked.
She couldn’t resist his pleading blue eyes, even though she knew it would only end in embarrassment.
“I was sixteen when suddenly
I wasn’t that little girl you used to see
But your eyes still shined
Like pretty lights,” she sang quietly. “That’s the part that reminds me of you. Pretty lights.” Her voice was barely above a whisper.
“It sounds like a lovely song. Who sings it?” he asked, his voice rough with an emotion that hadn’t been there before.
“Taylor Swift.”
The air was filled with tension for a few long minutes. They still stood with their arms around each other; neither wanted to move, neither could form a coherent sentence either. Minerva thought she was going to die of embarrassment, when out of no where, an ornament fell off the tree and hit the floor with a crack.
The tension was broken as they both collapsed into fits of giggles, and repaired to ornament before putting it back on the tree.
“I think perhaps, we should both get to bed. It’s been a long day,” Minerva said, not quite meeting his eyes. He agreed, turned to clean up their tea.
“Good night, Albus,” she said softly, and in a bold move, crossed the room to gently kiss his cheek before disappearing out the door.
“Good night, my dear,” he said to the empty room.
Minerva lay awake for hours that night, berating herself for her earlier actions. She was sure that she had ruined her friendship with Albus. Why had she been so forward? Why hadn’t she thought before she opened her mouth? What was she going to do the next morning?
Looking over at the clock, she could just make out the hands in the darkened room. Two in the morning. She rolled over, and was just about to force herself to go to sleep when she heard a knock on the door. Sitting bolt upright, she grabbed her wand off the bed side table, wondering who in the world could be on the other side of that door and this hour.
Exiting the bedroom, and crossing the sitting room. Opening the door cautiously, she found Albus on the other side, in his purple bathrobe and fuzzy pink slippers that he had told her were a gift from his brother. She opened her mouth to ask him what was wrong but he interrupted. He sang softly,
“I’ll be eighty seven you’ll be eighty nine, I’ll still look at you like the stars that shine in the sky.” She gaped at him.
“Well the ages are a bit off, but the rest is true,” he said, closing the distance between them and kissing her.
Pretty Lights
A/N: I so wanted to make a song fic out of this song (Mary’s Song, by Taylor Swift) but I was inspired to use it for this instead. Characters are property of J.K. Rowling and I make no money off of this or anything else for that matter.
Minerva made her way to Albus’ office humming. It was Christmas Eve, and for the past thirty years or so, they had decorated the tree in his office together, and then played chess for a better part of the night. This year, Christmas Eve fell on a Monday, and Minerva had opted to go and visit her family the weekend before Christmas, rather than the weekend after. Her niece was quite fond of muggle music, and Minerva had been humming the same song since the day before.
“Stained glass cookie,” Minerva said, giving the password to the gargoyle. When she reached the top, the door swung open for her and she entered Albus’ office where he was waiting for her.
“Good evening, my dear,” he said warmly.
“Hello, Albus.”
“Ready to decorate?” he asked, grinning like a child.
“Absolutely, although I do have one question.”
“What’s that?”
“What is a stained glass cookie?”
He laughed. “They are colorful mini marshmallows with chocolate, and coconut around the edges.”
“Sounds wonderful.”
“They’re to die for. Especially frozen.”
“Frozen?” she asked in disbelief. She had never heard of frozen cookies.
“Trust me.” He told her.
“I do,” she said quietly.
“What shall we start with?” Albus asked after a moment.
“The lights, of course, don’t we go through this every year? We always start with the lights.”
“Yes, dear.”
“Don’t you ‘yes, dear’ me, Albus Dumbledore!” she sent him a mock glare, and he pretended to cower behind a chair. She laughed at him, and then set about putting up the lights while he called a house elf and ordered some tea for both of them. With a wave of his hand, Bing Crosby’s voice filled the air singing White Christmas.
Minerva smiled happily as she tossed the string of lights around to Albus so he could weave them through the branches on his side of the tree. She was skeptical at first, all those years ago, but he had convinced her that decorating the muggle way could be fun, and she’d gone along with him. Now, she looked forward to this tradition. Spending Christmas Eve and Christmas morning with him was her favorite part of the holiday season.
It wasn’t long until they had all the lights on the tree, and had moved on to the ornaments.
“We haven’t broken any yet this year, I’m surprised,” Albus said, and not more than four seconds later, he dropped one. Minerva burst out laughing as he stared in disbelief at the shards of glass on the floor.
“You were saying?” Minerva giggled as she cast a quick charm to repair the ornament.
“I’m not going to say anything anymore.” He grumbled.
“I think that’s a good idea. How about you just sing?” she suggested, as she stood on her toes to reach as high as she could on the tree.
“When you’re worried, and you can’t sleep, count your blessings, instead of sheep,” he sang.
“Oh, I love that song!” she cried. “It’s one of my favorites.”
“I’m afraid that I really can’t compare to Bing Crosby, though.” Albus told her.
“You have a wonderful voice,” Minerva protested. “I enjoy listening to you sing.”
He didn’t respond for a moment, and when Minerva turned to look at him, she found him staring at her with an expression she couldn’t quite read. The moment was broken when he dropped another ornament.
Soon after the tree was completely decorated. Albus came to stand beside Minerva and slipped an arm around her shoulders.
“It looks nice, doesn’t it?” he said.
“It looks marvelous. It always does. We’re a good team.” She told him, resting her head on his shoulder and enjoying being close to him. She wasn’t conscious of her humming until Albus asked,
“What is that song?”
“Song?”
“The song you’ve been humming. It’s not a carol, and it sounds pretty, but I’ve never heard it before.”
“It’s a muggle song that my niece played over and over this weekend. I guess it’s stuck in my head. It reminds me of you though, that’s why.” She said, and then mentally kicked herself. Why had she said that?
“How does it remind you of me?”
“Oh it’s nothing, really. Just a silly song.”
“Sing some?” he asked.
She couldn’t resist his pleading blue eyes, even though she knew it would only end in embarrassment.
“I was sixteen when suddenly
I wasn’t that little girl you used to see
But your eyes still shined
Like pretty lights,” she sang quietly. “That’s the part that reminds me of you. Pretty lights.” Her voice was barely above a whisper.
“It sounds like a lovely song. Who sings it?” he asked, his voice rough with an emotion that hadn’t been there before.
“Taylor Swift.”
The air was filled with tension for a few long minutes. They still stood with their arms around each other; neither wanted to move, neither could form a coherent sentence either. Minerva thought she was going to die of embarrassment, when out of no where, an ornament fell off the tree and hit the floor with a crack.
The tension was broken as they both collapsed into fits of giggles, and repaired to ornament before putting it back on the tree.
“I think perhaps, we should both get to bed. It’s been a long day,” Minerva said, not quite meeting his eyes. He agreed, turned to clean up their tea.
“Good night, Albus,” she said softly, and in a bold move, crossed the room to gently kiss his cheek before disappearing out the door.
“Good night, my dear,” he said to the empty room.
Minerva lay awake for hours that night, berating herself for her earlier actions. She was sure that she had ruined her friendship with Albus. Why had she been so forward? Why hadn’t she thought before she opened her mouth? What was she going to do the next morning?
Looking over at the clock, she could just make out the hands in the darkened room. Two in the morning. She rolled over, and was just about to force herself to go to sleep when she heard a knock on the door. Sitting bolt upright, she grabbed her wand off the bed side table, wondering who in the world could be on the other side of that door and this hour.
Exiting the bedroom, and crossing the sitting room. Opening the door cautiously, she found Albus on the other side, in his purple bathrobe and fuzzy pink slippers that he had told her were a gift from his brother. She opened her mouth to ask him what was wrong but he interrupted. He sang softly,
“I’ll be eighty seven you’ll be eighty nine, I’ll still look at you like the stars that shine in the sky.” She gaped at him.
“Well the ages are a bit off, but the rest is true,” he said, closing the distance between them and kissing her.
