Post by TartanPhoenix on Feb 21, 2005 23:04:04 GMT -5
Disclaimer: I own nothing; not a thing but the socks on my feet. It's all J.K. Rowling's
A.N. This one wouldn't leave me along until I wrote it down. I hope you like it.
And it falls to me
Albus moved through the corridors his deep purple robes swaying gently around his heels. The normal din of the school's corridors were eerily absent, and the click of his boots echoing off of the flagstones was the only thing to be heard. His steps were slow and unusually hesitant as he made his way forward, his hand clasped tightly around a now rumpled letter. Why did the letter have to come to him? Why did he have to once again bring the news that all people dread most?
It had begun happening more and more often as of late, but this one letter was different; it was for her. She was the light that made his day begin and end despite himself. It went against everything that he held dear and believed in, but, heaven help him, he loved her like no other. All convention and reason railed against it, but he loved her.
The letter had arrived just before he was due to leave for their usual chess game. The thought of their game brought his hand to his now mostly bare face. She had defeated him, and he was a man to honor a wager. His honor had cost him the beard he had spent thirty years growing, but it had all been worth it at the smile that had graced her face. It was a look that he could never forget. She did allow for one concession; the small goatee that now graced his chin.
Everything had changed between them after that evening; she smiled more and blushed as she looked at him, and he couldn't help the swell of affection and admiration that grew steadily with every passing day.
Titles had long been forgotten, and his name rolling from her sweet lips was like nothing else on earth. It had been only a few short weeks ago that they had shared their first kiss beneath the never ending stars, and since then, they had only grown closer.
Albus shook himself from his thoughts as he arrived in front of a portrait of a Scottish coast. "White knight," he whispered before stepping through the portrait. A fire was burning brightly in the fireplace of the Head Girl's small sitting room and she sat on the deep burgundy rug before it. She looked up at the sound of the opening door and smiled as she saw him. Her smile faded however as she took in the complete sorrow in his eyes. "Albus, what's wrong?"
Albus lowered himself down beside her and too her hands in his. "Minerva, there's something that I need to tell you."
A.N. This one wouldn't leave me along until I wrote it down. I hope you like it.
And it falls to me
Albus moved through the corridors his deep purple robes swaying gently around his heels. The normal din of the school's corridors were eerily absent, and the click of his boots echoing off of the flagstones was the only thing to be heard. His steps were slow and unusually hesitant as he made his way forward, his hand clasped tightly around a now rumpled letter. Why did the letter have to come to him? Why did he have to once again bring the news that all people dread most?
It had begun happening more and more often as of late, but this one letter was different; it was for her. She was the light that made his day begin and end despite himself. It went against everything that he held dear and believed in, but, heaven help him, he loved her like no other. All convention and reason railed against it, but he loved her.
The letter had arrived just before he was due to leave for their usual chess game. The thought of their game brought his hand to his now mostly bare face. She had defeated him, and he was a man to honor a wager. His honor had cost him the beard he had spent thirty years growing, but it had all been worth it at the smile that had graced her face. It was a look that he could never forget. She did allow for one concession; the small goatee that now graced his chin.
Everything had changed between them after that evening; she smiled more and blushed as she looked at him, and he couldn't help the swell of affection and admiration that grew steadily with every passing day.
Titles had long been forgotten, and his name rolling from her sweet lips was like nothing else on earth. It had been only a few short weeks ago that they had shared their first kiss beneath the never ending stars, and since then, they had only grown closer.
Albus shook himself from his thoughts as he arrived in front of a portrait of a Scottish coast. "White knight," he whispered before stepping through the portrait. A fire was burning brightly in the fireplace of the Head Girl's small sitting room and she sat on the deep burgundy rug before it. She looked up at the sound of the opening door and smiled as she saw him. Her smile faded however as she took in the complete sorrow in his eyes. "Albus, what's wrong?"
Albus lowered himself down beside her and too her hands in his. "Minerva, there's something that I need to tell you."
hopefully thinks will turn out
