Gold Streaks
by : epiphanies
Warning : Very odd. Not as it seems at the beginning, I don't like this fic at all but I'm posting it anyway.
He had a way about him, he did. He had twinkling eyes, that's what I'll always remember. He had a pet phoenix (his parents bought it for him when he turned two - they were very rich and I always envied his disgustingly enormous house, filled with tapestries and ancient passageways that used to hone the skill of 'keeping warm' by all of the past servants. It was a dirty passage.)
The first time I entered his manor, we were eleven. He began to brag about the passages and how all of the servants used to "fornicate" down there. He asked me if I wanted to see it. I asked him what "fornicate" meant.
It was all in good fun. It has been so many years now that I can barely remember the hair colour he once had. Between brown and red, I believe. Perhaps with gold streaks.
He always raised his eyebrows in classes, never his hand. The teachers would only call on him when they were looking for a very good answer, and he never failed them. Puzzled them, but never failed them.
The boys always teased him about wearing violet so often, but the girls swooned because it was the colour of the Royals, in the Muggle world. I was never really very fascinated with the Muggle world... I met a Muggle once. He was like a teddy bear, and I very much enjoyed his company. He delivered my first born child and I haven't seen him since.
Oh, I digress. Albus was a wonderful student, a wonderful person. A wonderful wizard, Headmaster, and everybody knows he would have made a positively sublime Minister of Magic.
It is with that last comment that I leave you, Sir, with my last words in this chosen and now un-chosen profession of mine : I follow where my heart leads me, and Sir, for once, my head told me before my heart. I follow Albus Dumbledore.
Sincerely,
Ishabelle Quaid, Former Supreme Mugwump, Order of Merlin Second Class
P.S. If you wouldn't mind sending me the yearly post-card still? It's always so lovely.
A/N : Weird and stupid, I know. Not very good at all, I know. But I had to write something so that I could rant about the stupid day I'm having. Not stupid, HORRIBLE. And for really, no good reason. I've felt so isolated from the world today that it's not even remotely funny. I came home ALONE, walked to the video store ALONE, picked out movies and paid for them ALONE, watched them ALONE, then came on the computer after spending the night ALONE and decided I felt like abusing the CAPS LOCK. shrugs I nearly hit something today. I pummelled pillows when I got home because I was in such a towering temper, crying...and I don't even know why. I think I'm going .i.n.s.a.n.e. Hopefully I won't fall off of building before the next time I want to write something. Ta for now - epiphanies