Post by emeraldeyes on Oct 3, 2006 19:04:10 GMT -5
A/N:: Kinda crappy, actually. First thing I've written in a while, sadly, and I believe you can tell. >.< Please don't shoot me, or flame. Reviews are appreciated.. Based very loosely on the song CHASING CARS by SNOW PATROL
Title:: Miscommunication (not to be confused with my series, "A Slight Miscommunication"!)
Warings:: Character Death.!
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He was walking her in the general direction of the castle gardens, and he was chattering all the while. Her secret love was leading her towards to gardens of Hogwarts castle, just the two of them, her arm tucked into his, his eyes glinting like sapphires in the late evening sunlight that barely peeked from beyond the Scottish highlands. His smile was warm and inviting and utterly devastating, his laughter rich and his face animated as they talked of mundane things happening around the school, of students and of the impending summer hols.
Nearing the gardens bursting with life, hearing the birds from the Forest a hundred or so feet away, with the setting sun sparkling off the lake, Minerva McGonagall felt for all the world like a pair of lovers wandering aimlessly after a long night of passion. It wasn’t true, obviously, but it was a nice thing to think about and hold on to in those cold, lonely moments late at night. She sighed as they entered between the towering maples, their boots clicking quietly against the colored flagstones.
Free hand trailing lightly against the many blossoming flowers and plants, colleague looked at fellow colleague. Breath was held and released, and suddenly, the world seemed different. And then, a blink, and the moment was over. Minerva shook her head and moved away, first untangling their arms, to sit on a bench beside a bubbling brook that spilled into a pond where little fishes nibbled lightly at the surface.
Crunching gravel, and there he was, kneeling in front of her, eyes twinkling again, taking a hand in his. “Thank you, Minerva, for being a good friend and accepting my favor by coming out here. You see, there’s a question I’ve been meaning to ask, and I need your, ah, expert opinion. Please, if you’d be so kind, follow me over here.” He led her to stand next to a vibrant purple bush that was just taller than Albus himself. “Ah, perfect with the eye color,” he murmured to himself.
Feeling the blush rising to her cheeks, she ducked her head, not raising it until his long fingers crept under her chin. “Min, don’t be embarrassed. I’m so glad that you’re helping me.” A smile to reassure her before he moved her again, just slightly to the left so that the sinking sunlight caught on her hair, reflecting off the ebony strands.
Letting herself be molded like putty wasn’t so bad, Minerva decided as he brought one of her hands to rest in his own. His fingers were warm and gentle and slightly ink stained, just like her’s. They squeezed a bit before leaving her as he kneeled in front of her.
Minerva’s heart skipped a beat.
“Now, what should I say? How should I start? A marriage proposal is a delicate thing, you know…”
Another beat was missed before her cardiac muscles were working overtime.
“Hm… How about, ‘I would be honored if you would be my wife.’ How does that sound?”
She had to clear her voice before speaking properly. “It sounds just fine, Albus.”
“Maybe… I’m still not sure… Should I profess my undying love first, and then praise eyes and skills and temperament and coloring and all the rest of it?”
A jerky nod was her only response.
“Good, I thought so. ‘Your eyes are finer than jewels, your skin smoother than silk. Your voice is like a thousand angels singing in unison, a soothing balm to my ears. Your wit sparkles like fairies at Christmas and your intelligence is enough to rival my own.’ What about that?”
Managing to choke through her tears, Minerva managed a weak, “That’s beautiful, Albus.” She started to tell him that she had something to tell him, too, but he cut her off, looking for all the world an excited five year old.
“Grand! Now do you think that I would be able to get Amelia out here about this time tomorrow?”
The words of love died in her throat, his words bouncing off her ears in shock. “P…Pardon me?”
He laughed a little at that, not seeming to notice his companion’s discomfort. “You know Amelia Bones, Min! Silly goose, I’ve been seeing her for nearly two years now, and I’m quite prepared to ‘pop the question,’ you might say. I thank you for being the one to help me work out what to say to her—I don’t know what I’d do without you!” An enthusiastic hug was given to a woman who was too hurt for words. Pulling back, Albus looked at his friend for a long moment before he actually realized something was wrong.
By then, however, Minerva was stumbling out of the secluded garden, tears streaming down her face. All her mind could register was the pain, but faint sounds of her name being called worked its way through, and she did the first thing she could rationally do: ducked behind a nearby shrub, sinking to the ground and sobbing silently as the pounding footsteps of a lost love came closer before quickly moving away, back towards the castle.
After some moments, sure that she was blessedly alone, Minerva picked herself up and lurched back to the fountain, staring blankly down at the fish, which shone magically in the twilight, watching the tears make wet tracks down her cheeks. The pain swept over her again as the lone thought flitted through her mind.
Albus Dumbledore was going to propose to Amelia Bones.
**
The next morning, when a search party went looking for Minerva McGonagall, who had missed not only breakfast, but all of her classes and an impromptu staff meeting, they started, quite logically, at the garden where Albus Dumbledore had least seen her. It was here that the found the fish, still nibbling happily as they did dizzying circles.
The cold, lifeless fingers that they sucked on didn’t mind, and neither did the long black hair that was getting tangled from their overexcitement and gusto for swimming.
fin.
Title:: Miscommunication (not to be confused with my series, "A Slight Miscommunication"!)
Warings:: Character Death.!
-----------
He was walking her in the general direction of the castle gardens, and he was chattering all the while. Her secret love was leading her towards to gardens of Hogwarts castle, just the two of them, her arm tucked into his, his eyes glinting like sapphires in the late evening sunlight that barely peeked from beyond the Scottish highlands. His smile was warm and inviting and utterly devastating, his laughter rich and his face animated as they talked of mundane things happening around the school, of students and of the impending summer hols.
Nearing the gardens bursting with life, hearing the birds from the Forest a hundred or so feet away, with the setting sun sparkling off the lake, Minerva McGonagall felt for all the world like a pair of lovers wandering aimlessly after a long night of passion. It wasn’t true, obviously, but it was a nice thing to think about and hold on to in those cold, lonely moments late at night. She sighed as they entered between the towering maples, their boots clicking quietly against the colored flagstones.
Free hand trailing lightly against the many blossoming flowers and plants, colleague looked at fellow colleague. Breath was held and released, and suddenly, the world seemed different. And then, a blink, and the moment was over. Minerva shook her head and moved away, first untangling their arms, to sit on a bench beside a bubbling brook that spilled into a pond where little fishes nibbled lightly at the surface.
Crunching gravel, and there he was, kneeling in front of her, eyes twinkling again, taking a hand in his. “Thank you, Minerva, for being a good friend and accepting my favor by coming out here. You see, there’s a question I’ve been meaning to ask, and I need your, ah, expert opinion. Please, if you’d be so kind, follow me over here.” He led her to stand next to a vibrant purple bush that was just taller than Albus himself. “Ah, perfect with the eye color,” he murmured to himself.
Feeling the blush rising to her cheeks, she ducked her head, not raising it until his long fingers crept under her chin. “Min, don’t be embarrassed. I’m so glad that you’re helping me.” A smile to reassure her before he moved her again, just slightly to the left so that the sinking sunlight caught on her hair, reflecting off the ebony strands.
Letting herself be molded like putty wasn’t so bad, Minerva decided as he brought one of her hands to rest in his own. His fingers were warm and gentle and slightly ink stained, just like her’s. They squeezed a bit before leaving her as he kneeled in front of her.
Minerva’s heart skipped a beat.
“Now, what should I say? How should I start? A marriage proposal is a delicate thing, you know…”
Another beat was missed before her cardiac muscles were working overtime.
“Hm… How about, ‘I would be honored if you would be my wife.’ How does that sound?”
She had to clear her voice before speaking properly. “It sounds just fine, Albus.”
“Maybe… I’m still not sure… Should I profess my undying love first, and then praise eyes and skills and temperament and coloring and all the rest of it?”
A jerky nod was her only response.
“Good, I thought so. ‘Your eyes are finer than jewels, your skin smoother than silk. Your voice is like a thousand angels singing in unison, a soothing balm to my ears. Your wit sparkles like fairies at Christmas and your intelligence is enough to rival my own.’ What about that?”
Managing to choke through her tears, Minerva managed a weak, “That’s beautiful, Albus.” She started to tell him that she had something to tell him, too, but he cut her off, looking for all the world an excited five year old.
“Grand! Now do you think that I would be able to get Amelia out here about this time tomorrow?”
The words of love died in her throat, his words bouncing off her ears in shock. “P…Pardon me?”
He laughed a little at that, not seeming to notice his companion’s discomfort. “You know Amelia Bones, Min! Silly goose, I’ve been seeing her for nearly two years now, and I’m quite prepared to ‘pop the question,’ you might say. I thank you for being the one to help me work out what to say to her—I don’t know what I’d do without you!” An enthusiastic hug was given to a woman who was too hurt for words. Pulling back, Albus looked at his friend for a long moment before he actually realized something was wrong.
By then, however, Minerva was stumbling out of the secluded garden, tears streaming down her face. All her mind could register was the pain, but faint sounds of her name being called worked its way through, and she did the first thing she could rationally do: ducked behind a nearby shrub, sinking to the ground and sobbing silently as the pounding footsteps of a lost love came closer before quickly moving away, back towards the castle.
After some moments, sure that she was blessedly alone, Minerva picked herself up and lurched back to the fountain, staring blankly down at the fish, which shone magically in the twilight, watching the tears make wet tracks down her cheeks. The pain swept over her again as the lone thought flitted through her mind.
Albus Dumbledore was going to propose to Amelia Bones.
**
The next morning, when a search party went looking for Minerva McGonagall, who had missed not only breakfast, but all of her classes and an impromptu staff meeting, they started, quite logically, at the garden where Albus Dumbledore had least seen her. It was here that the found the fish, still nibbling happily as they did dizzying circles.
The cold, lifeless fingers that they sucked on didn’t mind, and neither did the long black hair that was getting tangled from their overexcitement and gusto for swimming.
fin.
How could Albus do that to Min!!
