Dislaimer: I do not own Albus Dumbledore or Minerva McGonagall.
A/N: Just a short piece of nothingness that I wrote in January.
Suddenly I Find Myself Aware of the Beautiful Accident
Color filled the sky as the sun began to rise. A woman sat in the windowsill of a room and basked in the beauty of the light. She had been up the hour before watching the false dawn and now she couldn't even begin to describe in words what she was seeing. The sun was coming from the east, gently rising. The sky was many shades of blue and gray, and if you looked close enough you could see bits and tads of an implacable shade of green and even a few strokes of purple. The air was so thick that morning that it bore a resemblance to fog. And how magnificent the sun looked hovering over the full trees.
Someone began to stir in her bed. She looked toward him and smiled broadly. "Good morning, my dearest," she bid. He opened his eyes half-way and groaned, immediately closing them again.
"Come back to bed." It wasn't more a command than a grumble. She shook her head and made no attempt to move. Again, he groaned, and she smiled at his next comment. "Your husband is getting cold without you, beautiful."
"Oh?" she asked, surprised, "I was unawares of having a husband. . . Or even being engaged for that matter."
"Eh?" he inquired.
She began twirling a tendril of hair around her fingers. "Yes. I have met a man. He is suitable, I suppose. Yet, he has never shown even the slightest interest in marriage. And every time the matter is brought up, he just waves it away with the slightest flicker of the wind."
He sat up in bed, opening his eyes, trying to see properly in the morning light. He finally relinquished and took his spectacles from the nighttable to the side of him. "What sort of man would not marry you, the alluring goddess that you are?"
She stood and slowly made her way to the bed, to the side of him, sitting atop the blankets. She leaned her head in very close to him and whispered, "This man." He leaned in to kiss her, knowing she was not mad, but she moved away and made route to the bathroom.
She turned from the doorway and smiled at him. "Aren't you coming, Albus?" His eyes lit up as a child's would when walking into a candy store. He jumped out of bed and shut the door as they walked past.