A/N: A sad story for the wonderful 100 Words Exactly Challenge. Very challenging, indeed, but enjoyable and sure to be a challenge that I enjoy for a long time to come. Exactly 100 words about Minerva's mother with the prompt being "muggle", and I already want to write so much more, both for this challenge and about her. Enjoy, my dears!
He was a muggle. He was a muggle and I was a witch. He had unusual rituals and judgmental ways. His called magic bad when there were so many good things it had done and still would do. But as I kissed his lips, his soft lips, and drank in his delicate cologne as though I'd never be able to touch him again, my choice was already made. I wanted love him even if the swell that resulted jeopardized it all. I wanted to be with him. I loved a muggle even if he no longer wanted to love me.