Post by TartanPhoenix on Dec 13, 2006 0:34:43 GMT -5
Disclaimer: I don't own them, not at all. The characters all belong to J.K.Rowling.
Rating: All on the board friendly.
Hell
“Oh, for heaven’s sake Ro,” Poppy exclaimed before flopping back into the overstuffed chair. Her hand automatically wrapped around the glass on her right and she grimaced as the whisky burned the back of her throat. “One would think the world was coming to an end the way you’re carrying on.”
“But Poppy, I thought we actually had something going this time. I was really starting to like Edward.” She wrapped her arms around herself and pouted, not unlike a group of fifth years down in the Gryffindor common room.
Poppy just sighed. “You know what they say Ro, “tis better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all.” You should consider yourself lucky.”
“Why don’t you give it a try then, if I’m so lucky.”
“What I wouldn’t give for that opportunity Ro.” For the first time that evening, an unusually quiet Minerva spoke up. She was sitting in her usual chair beside the fire, saying not a word while the flames danced before her eyes.
She leaned back in her chair and turned, causing the boards beneath her to groan in protest. “Are you telling me that you would be willing to give it all up? Every moment, every look? Is the pain of loss so unbearable that you would be willing to give up every good memory along with the bad?”
She gave a mirthless laugh that sounded almost painful. “You were with him for three months Ro, three..bloody..months. I remember when you first met; I hadn’t seen you smile so much in the whole year prior.”
Minerva was pacing now, a nervous habit she picked up during the long nights of her own school years. “We are 25 years old Ro, and I have never once felt, not interest, not even a passing curiosity about another human being. No man has ever so much as turned my head as we crossed paths on the street. I can’t understand the gleam that was in your eyes when you came home that first evening.”
Her knuckles were white as they worked furiously. “I would give anything for one moment, just one instant of realization, of feeling. I want to know what it is to be enthralled, intoxicated by the presence of another person. People have always labeled me cold, heartless, but how am I to express a feeling I don’t possess? So, don’t you dare sit there and claim to give up everything I dream of simply because it’s painful. You talk of the pain of a lost love, but what of the hell of never loving?”
Minerva stormed out of the apartment the three shared and out into the cold winter night, heedless of the snow biting her exposed skin. She never noticed the thunderstruck expressions she left behind.
Days went by, and then weeks, but nothing else of the evening was mentioned. Poppy had tried of course, but Minerva had refused any attempt. And then, on the way to her office in the Magical Reversal department, she failed the notice the body moving in her direction until it was far too late. Later, and many apologies later, she sat dazed, and all she could truly remember was a pair of kind sapphire eyes and a faint hint of lemon.
Rating: All on the board friendly.
Hell
“Oh, for heaven’s sake Ro,” Poppy exclaimed before flopping back into the overstuffed chair. Her hand automatically wrapped around the glass on her right and she grimaced as the whisky burned the back of her throat. “One would think the world was coming to an end the way you’re carrying on.”
“But Poppy, I thought we actually had something going this time. I was really starting to like Edward.” She wrapped her arms around herself and pouted, not unlike a group of fifth years down in the Gryffindor common room.
Poppy just sighed. “You know what they say Ro, “tis better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all.” You should consider yourself lucky.”
“Why don’t you give it a try then, if I’m so lucky.”
“What I wouldn’t give for that opportunity Ro.” For the first time that evening, an unusually quiet Minerva spoke up. She was sitting in her usual chair beside the fire, saying not a word while the flames danced before her eyes.
She leaned back in her chair and turned, causing the boards beneath her to groan in protest. “Are you telling me that you would be willing to give it all up? Every moment, every look? Is the pain of loss so unbearable that you would be willing to give up every good memory along with the bad?”
She gave a mirthless laugh that sounded almost painful. “You were with him for three months Ro, three..bloody..months. I remember when you first met; I hadn’t seen you smile so much in the whole year prior.”
Minerva was pacing now, a nervous habit she picked up during the long nights of her own school years. “We are 25 years old Ro, and I have never once felt, not interest, not even a passing curiosity about another human being. No man has ever so much as turned my head as we crossed paths on the street. I can’t understand the gleam that was in your eyes when you came home that first evening.”
Her knuckles were white as they worked furiously. “I would give anything for one moment, just one instant of realization, of feeling. I want to know what it is to be enthralled, intoxicated by the presence of another person. People have always labeled me cold, heartless, but how am I to express a feeling I don’t possess? So, don’t you dare sit there and claim to give up everything I dream of simply because it’s painful. You talk of the pain of a lost love, but what of the hell of never loving?”
Minerva stormed out of the apartment the three shared and out into the cold winter night, heedless of the snow biting her exposed skin. She never noticed the thunderstruck expressions she left behind.
Days went by, and then weeks, but nothing else of the evening was mentioned. Poppy had tried of course, but Minerva had refused any attempt. And then, on the way to her office in the Magical Reversal department, she failed the notice the body moving in her direction until it was far too late. Later, and many apologies later, she sat dazed, and all she could truly remember was a pair of kind sapphire eyes and a faint hint of lemon.
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