Post by TartanPhoenix on Jul 12, 2005 20:41:02 GMT -5
Disclaimer: I don’t own them. No, really I’m serious. They belong to J.K.Rowling. Very nice woman.
Rating: Alright for anyone old enough to be on this board
AN: As everyone has already figured out, I have WAY too much time on my hands. My job only lasts for six months at a time before I have to take a week vacation. Well the almighty people in the postal system have decided that I am no longer needed. So, you are now looking at the new, improved, and officially unemployed me. So, more time for writing. Yay!! Hope everyone likes it.
Sometimes loving means letting go.
Goodbye
He stood in the back of the ballroom, swallowed by the shadows and simply watched. People moved across the polished marble floor in well practiced movements, graceful as swans and no less deliberate in movement. While he had not truly been invited, he was a man that no one would dare refuse entry anywhere. He had only just arrived, but Albus Dumbledore immediately excused himself from his host before he could be seen by others. He was no there to mingle. He knew before he had ever seen her that she was in the room. There was simply something about her that always called directly to his soul in whispers and half spoken promises. His eyes scanned the dozens of couples floating before him, and in a flash he saw her. She was as beautiful as he remembered, and just as graceful. She moved with her partner across the floor in seamless motion.
It had been three years, three torturous years since he had seen her. It was his own fault, and he knew it. He had allowed his work to consume him, and she had suffered for it. Looking back at the last few months before she walked away he could kick himself for missing the signs. Her eyes no longer sparked when he entered the room, and her smile had all but disappeared. But, even worse, they no longer talked. She had always been his greatest challenger, making him argue every point, every decision. And, with this, came her soft voice as they read poetry before the roaring fire long into the night. Even in his sleep he could still hear her lilting voice caressing the words of Keats or Shakespeare.
At the time he had written it off simply as stress; the students had been giving her trouble for weeks before. It never occurred to him that he was the problem; surely, she would have told him if she was unhappy. That was, not until he came home and found her letter on their bed and her clothes missing. It was short and to the point just like her.
I’m sorry Albus, but I just cannot be second anymore. Please don’t look for me, but know I will always love you.
Despite her request he had looked. Keeping the note in the top drawer of his desk, he searched everywhere he could think of, but she had simply disappeared off the face of the earth for those first two years. At the beginning of the third he slowly began to hear reports of her. She was teaching again, this time in a smaller university in Ireland. She had begun work on a new series of articles about the animagi transformation. She was happy.
Albus watched as man after man swept her up into their arms for a dance. Her long black hair flowed freely down her back against her deep blue gown, and he could remember the feeling of it running between his fingers; he could still remember the taste of vanilla the lingered just behind her ear. Albus wondered if any of these men had found the one spot behind her right knee that could make her moan or if they had found out that she was ticklish. She turned toward him and there was one sight that lifted his heart, even if only so slightly. His Minerva was smiling.
Without another word said to anyone, Albus turned on his heels and headed back to the castle. “Goodbye my love,” was caught by the wind, and he never noticed as her ears perked up and her head turned toward the doorway.
Rating: Alright for anyone old enough to be on this board
AN: As everyone has already figured out, I have WAY too much time on my hands. My job only lasts for six months at a time before I have to take a week vacation. Well the almighty people in the postal system have decided that I am no longer needed. So, you are now looking at the new, improved, and officially unemployed me. So, more time for writing. Yay!! Hope everyone likes it.
Sometimes loving means letting go.
Goodbye
He stood in the back of the ballroom, swallowed by the shadows and simply watched. People moved across the polished marble floor in well practiced movements, graceful as swans and no less deliberate in movement. While he had not truly been invited, he was a man that no one would dare refuse entry anywhere. He had only just arrived, but Albus Dumbledore immediately excused himself from his host before he could be seen by others. He was no there to mingle. He knew before he had ever seen her that she was in the room. There was simply something about her that always called directly to his soul in whispers and half spoken promises. His eyes scanned the dozens of couples floating before him, and in a flash he saw her. She was as beautiful as he remembered, and just as graceful. She moved with her partner across the floor in seamless motion.
It had been three years, three torturous years since he had seen her. It was his own fault, and he knew it. He had allowed his work to consume him, and she had suffered for it. Looking back at the last few months before she walked away he could kick himself for missing the signs. Her eyes no longer sparked when he entered the room, and her smile had all but disappeared. But, even worse, they no longer talked. She had always been his greatest challenger, making him argue every point, every decision. And, with this, came her soft voice as they read poetry before the roaring fire long into the night. Even in his sleep he could still hear her lilting voice caressing the words of Keats or Shakespeare.
At the time he had written it off simply as stress; the students had been giving her trouble for weeks before. It never occurred to him that he was the problem; surely, she would have told him if she was unhappy. That was, not until he came home and found her letter on their bed and her clothes missing. It was short and to the point just like her.
I’m sorry Albus, but I just cannot be second anymore. Please don’t look for me, but know I will always love you.
Despite her request he had looked. Keeping the note in the top drawer of his desk, he searched everywhere he could think of, but she had simply disappeared off the face of the earth for those first two years. At the beginning of the third he slowly began to hear reports of her. She was teaching again, this time in a smaller university in Ireland. She had begun work on a new series of articles about the animagi transformation. She was happy.
Albus watched as man after man swept her up into their arms for a dance. Her long black hair flowed freely down her back against her deep blue gown, and he could remember the feeling of it running between his fingers; he could still remember the taste of vanilla the lingered just behind her ear. Albus wondered if any of these men had found the one spot behind her right knee that could make her moan or if they had found out that she was ticklish. She turned toward him and there was one sight that lifted his heart, even if only so slightly. His Minerva was smiling.
Without another word said to anyone, Albus turned on his heels and headed back to the castle. “Goodbye my love,” was caught by the wind, and he never noticed as her ears perked up and her head turned toward the doorway.
*sniff*
sad, but a great story!
