To Die Upon A Kiss
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Dramatis Personae
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Othello: Albus Dumbledore
Desdemona: Minerva McGonagall
Brabantio: Marcus McGonagall
Cassio: Filius Flitwick
Iago: Tom Riddle
Roderigo: Bennett Binns
Emilia: Rolanda Hooch
Scene One: Somewhere in Scotland
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"Listen Riddle- Tomas- I really don't think we should be here…" Bennett Binns muttered.
Tom Riddle rolled his brown eyes and looked at his companion. Bennett was a thin man who walked slightly bent. His grey hairs were thin and he had many wrinkles- he probably looked older than he was. With a stiff gesture, he pulled his cloak tighter around his shivering shoulders.
"Tomas, we'd better go. Come on now, boy." Bennett uncomfortably pushed the matter. He didn't move, though.
Tom turned around and looked at the house they were standing in front of.
"No." he then spoke softly, thoughtfully, but with an undertone of malice.
"No, we are going to do this. "
"Come on, Riddle- Tomas!"
Bennett laid his hand on his former student's arm.
"You cannot do this."
But the young man's dark eyes shone with a strange light.
"Why shouldn't I? Yes, why on earth shouldn't I? We are doing the right thing here, Bennett. He is the one who has done something wrong. Her place is not…"
"I think Minerva herself knows best what her place is or should be, Tomas."
The younger man mockingly smiled.
"Yes, she always has, hasn't she? Little Miss McGonagall- she has always known what was the right thing to do, hasn't she? I wonder what her beloved Daddy will think of this."
With this, he again stared at the large house before him. The old, yet well-kept estate of the McGonagall family. Now only two McGonagall's were left. Marcus, the formidable and mighty father, and his only child, a daughter. Minerva McGonagall. Slender and slim she was, a Scottish beauty with a pale face and slight blushes on her cheeks, surrounded by a waterfall of wavy, black hair. So much like a little fairy, she looked.
But she was not at all like a fairy, this girl.
Icy intelligence, steel hard logic, tough bravery and her father's untouchable stubbornness.
No, Minerva McGonagall certainly wasn't as lovable as she looked like.
Yet she was sweet. Hard, sometimes, cold, often, but in her own way a very sweet person.
Tom Riddle knew that. Tom Riddle knew her.
Yet he balled his fists and banged on the large, stately, dark brown door.
"Hello? Sir Marcus? Sir McGonagall, Sir? Thieves! Thieves!"
Bennett Binns' cheeks turned pale.
"Riddle, have you gone entirely mad now? Quit it, quit it!" he hissed, trying to pull the other man away from the doors.
Yet Tom's calls had already been heard. A large window on the first floor opened, and Marcus McGonagall himself, looking quite furious, stuck out his head.
"My goodness, can you please explain me these terrible summons! The servants are frightened to death." He snorted.
"They appear to think the Third World War has begun. But who are you and what are you doing here?"
Tom quickly bowed.
"Someone, Sir, who has come to warn you. Thieves! Look to your house, your daughter, your bags!"
Bennett saw the man in the window snort.
"My god, if you are another one who thinks he's going to marry my daughter, then you are mistaken! Go away! And what are you yelling about? Thieves? Where? For God's sake, this is Scotland, not the wilderness!"
Tom bowed again and loudly responded
"The thief has already left, Milord! And he has only stolen one thing- one person! Your daughter, Milord!"
"My daughter?"
For a moment, Bennett Binns thought the elderly man was going to explode- his face was now a strange, not entirely healthy-looking kind of red. Yet then, to his great surprise, Marcus McGonagall started laughing.
"My daughter!" the man mockingly chuckled. "My daughter! My daughter, dear Sir, is perfectly safe in her rooms! She hasn't been out of the house since yesterday! So I believe you must be mistaken."
The man stayed polite, yet Bennett realized that he was losing his temper. Perhaps it was his time to say something. After all, Riddle had a point. Her father had to find out one time.
"Excuse me, Sir, but I believe you may be mistaken! Your fair daughter has gone!"
Tom nodded thankfully at the other man, as he added
"And if you have not given her leave, then she has made a gross revolt- or perhaps not, if she has been forced into it…"
But this went a bit too far for Bennett. He nudged the younger man hard.
"Riddle," he hissed, "you're going a bit too far here! You know very well that Minerva…"
But Tom Riddle totally ignored his companion
"Perhaps she is under the Imperius Curse? Then, of course…"
"But my daughter HAS NOT LEFT THE HOUSE!" Marcus McGonagall now yelled.
"Oh, wait…"
His head disappeared, but less than two minutes later, he was there again.
"My goodness, it is true! Minerva's gone! Where is she? Can you now finally, finally tell me what is going on here?"
The man's moustache literally shook with anger and worry, and Bennett hastily explained
"Your daughter has ran away with, or has been abducted by, Albus Dumbledore, Sir!"
"WHAT?"
"With your permission, Sir, your daughter and Dumbledore are now making the beast with two backs!" Tom exclaimed. Bennett nudged his former student once more.
"For God's sake, Riddle, who do you think you are? Shakespeare?" he hissed, yet shut up as the man in the window yelled
"WHAT? Do you mean- my beautiful young Minerva with that old- old adventurer? My god- that chap is going to get himself killed one day- irresponsible, entirely irresponsible, and he's at least three times her age! Probably abducted her, he has- he's always liked the poor child… oh hell, wait, I am coming!"
But the two men had no intention of waiting. Waiting would probably cost them their jobs- and thus, two figures, one old and one young, disappeared in the night
"Poor child?" the oldest muttered. "That man doesn't know his own daughter!"
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Dramatis Personae
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Othello: Albus Dumbledore
Desdemona: Minerva McGonagall
Brabantio: Marcus McGonagall
Cassio: Filius Flitwick
Iago: Tom Riddle
Roderigo: Bennett Binns
Emilia: Rolanda Hooch
Scene One: Somewhere in Scotland
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"Listen Riddle- Tomas- I really don't think we should be here…" Bennett Binns muttered.
Tom Riddle rolled his brown eyes and looked at his companion. Bennett was a thin man who walked slightly bent. His grey hairs were thin and he had many wrinkles- he probably looked older than he was. With a stiff gesture, he pulled his cloak tighter around his shivering shoulders.
"Tomas, we'd better go. Come on now, boy." Bennett uncomfortably pushed the matter. He didn't move, though.
Tom turned around and looked at the house they were standing in front of.
"No." he then spoke softly, thoughtfully, but with an undertone of malice.
"No, we are going to do this. "
"Come on, Riddle- Tomas!"
Bennett laid his hand on his former student's arm.
"You cannot do this."
But the young man's dark eyes shone with a strange light.
"Why shouldn't I? Yes, why on earth shouldn't I? We are doing the right thing here, Bennett. He is the one who has done something wrong. Her place is not…"
"I think Minerva herself knows best what her place is or should be, Tomas."
The younger man mockingly smiled.
"Yes, she always has, hasn't she? Little Miss McGonagall- she has always known what was the right thing to do, hasn't she? I wonder what her beloved Daddy will think of this."
With this, he again stared at the large house before him. The old, yet well-kept estate of the McGonagall family. Now only two McGonagall's were left. Marcus, the formidable and mighty father, and his only child, a daughter. Minerva McGonagall. Slender and slim she was, a Scottish beauty with a pale face and slight blushes on her cheeks, surrounded by a waterfall of wavy, black hair. So much like a little fairy, she looked.
But she was not at all like a fairy, this girl.
Icy intelligence, steel hard logic, tough bravery and her father's untouchable stubbornness.
No, Minerva McGonagall certainly wasn't as lovable as she looked like.
Yet she was sweet. Hard, sometimes, cold, often, but in her own way a very sweet person.
Tom Riddle knew that. Tom Riddle knew her.
Yet he balled his fists and banged on the large, stately, dark brown door.
"Hello? Sir Marcus? Sir McGonagall, Sir? Thieves! Thieves!"
Bennett Binns' cheeks turned pale.
"Riddle, have you gone entirely mad now? Quit it, quit it!" he hissed, trying to pull the other man away from the doors.
Yet Tom's calls had already been heard. A large window on the first floor opened, and Marcus McGonagall himself, looking quite furious, stuck out his head.
"My goodness, can you please explain me these terrible summons! The servants are frightened to death." He snorted.
"They appear to think the Third World War has begun. But who are you and what are you doing here?"
Tom quickly bowed.
"Someone, Sir, who has come to warn you. Thieves! Look to your house, your daughter, your bags!"
Bennett saw the man in the window snort.
"My god, if you are another one who thinks he's going to marry my daughter, then you are mistaken! Go away! And what are you yelling about? Thieves? Where? For God's sake, this is Scotland, not the wilderness!"
Tom bowed again and loudly responded
"The thief has already left, Milord! And he has only stolen one thing- one person! Your daughter, Milord!"
"My daughter?"
For a moment, Bennett Binns thought the elderly man was going to explode- his face was now a strange, not entirely healthy-looking kind of red. Yet then, to his great surprise, Marcus McGonagall started laughing.
"My daughter!" the man mockingly chuckled. "My daughter! My daughter, dear Sir, is perfectly safe in her rooms! She hasn't been out of the house since yesterday! So I believe you must be mistaken."
The man stayed polite, yet Bennett realized that he was losing his temper. Perhaps it was his time to say something. After all, Riddle had a point. Her father had to find out one time.
"Excuse me, Sir, but I believe you may be mistaken! Your fair daughter has gone!"
Tom nodded thankfully at the other man, as he added
"And if you have not given her leave, then she has made a gross revolt- or perhaps not, if she has been forced into it…"
But this went a bit too far for Bennett. He nudged the younger man hard.
"Riddle," he hissed, "you're going a bit too far here! You know very well that Minerva…"
But Tom Riddle totally ignored his companion
"Perhaps she is under the Imperius Curse? Then, of course…"
"But my daughter HAS NOT LEFT THE HOUSE!" Marcus McGonagall now yelled.
"Oh, wait…"
His head disappeared, but less than two minutes later, he was there again.
"My goodness, it is true! Minerva's gone! Where is she? Can you now finally, finally tell me what is going on here?"
The man's moustache literally shook with anger and worry, and Bennett hastily explained
"Your daughter has ran away with, or has been abducted by, Albus Dumbledore, Sir!"
"WHAT?"
"With your permission, Sir, your daughter and Dumbledore are now making the beast with two backs!" Tom exclaimed. Bennett nudged his former student once more.
"For God's sake, Riddle, who do you think you are? Shakespeare?" he hissed, yet shut up as the man in the window yelled
"WHAT? Do you mean- my beautiful young Minerva with that old- old adventurer? My god- that chap is going to get himself killed one day- irresponsible, entirely irresponsible, and he's at least three times her age! Probably abducted her, he has- he's always liked the poor child… oh hell, wait, I am coming!"
But the two men had no intention of waiting. Waiting would probably cost them their jobs- and thus, two figures, one old and one young, disappeared in the night
"Poor child?" the oldest muttered. "That man doesn't know his own daughter!"
