A/N: I know I should be working on my Fates series but this just came to me and I had to write it down I promise I'll get back to my story (if you care).
Minerva's Secret
The town of Hogsmeade was a magical town full of enchantment and mystery
in the day but during the night it was truly a symbol of magic. Since the children of
the school only came during the day on the weekends, the adults of the town
could relax at night and feel free to enjoy themselves. On this particular warm night
many people were crowded in to listen to an entertainer perform.
She was known in Hogsmeade and in all the surrounding towns, as the best singer in
this part of the country. As the audience settled in their seats, the performer herself
walked out onto the stage.
She walked full of grace and dignity and with a sort of catlike sway.
She carried herself with a sort of seduction in her demeanor. She walked up
to the stage an instead of standing, she sat upon the piano.
And waited on the player to join her.
As she sat the men took their fill of her. She was very beautiful indeed. She had long
black hair that shined and gleamed in the lantern light; it hung down to her full, round
buttocks. She wore a black sequined dress that was filled with full curves of a woman; it
fell to the tops of her thighs. Her legs, were clad in black stockings,were long and had
curves that made men want to run their hands over them. She wore no shoes because they
made her uncomfortable. Her skin was a creamy white and was a stark contrast
to her black dress and hair. Her face was finely boned, with pouting blood red lips
and sparkling fog gray eyes that sharpened as they ran over the audience's faces.
The piano player joined them finally and began to play a melodic soft blues sound,
she opened her full lips and a sound of pure magic as clear as any sparkling cloudless
blue sky.It echoed throughout the small room, softly rising and falling with the beat
of the blue tone. She had the audience mesmerized in her soft seductive way.
She watched as she took her audience to different worlds and back. She loved what she
did on these warm nights. Sometimes it was all that kept her going. She sang there
three nights a week and didn't hang around and do more than one song a night, she didn't
do it for the money or fame, and she did it because she needed it.
As she finished her song, the audience came out of their reverie and began clapping wildly.
They begged for an encore but she wouldn't hear of it and left out the back way.
They never saw her in town, only when she came to sing, they really weren't worried
because they she would be back, she always came back.
Disclaimer: I don't own the singer, I just own the late piano player, the song and
the audience.
A/N: What did you think? Should I change the title?
I mean does it give away too much? And should I write more to it or leave you hanging?
Come on you Minerva fans answer me! This was my first Minerva fic and I was really
having a bad case of writers' block when this little fic came to me. I hope you like.
Thanks. R/R!
Please!
Minerva's Secret
The town of Hogsmeade was a magical town full of enchantment and mystery
in the day but during the night it was truly a symbol of magic. Since the children of
the school only came during the day on the weekends, the adults of the town
could relax at night and feel free to enjoy themselves. On this particular warm night
many people were crowded in to listen to an entertainer perform.
She was known in Hogsmeade and in all the surrounding towns, as the best singer in
this part of the country. As the audience settled in their seats, the performer herself
walked out onto the stage.
She walked full of grace and dignity and with a sort of catlike sway.
She carried herself with a sort of seduction in her demeanor. She walked up
to the stage an instead of standing, she sat upon the piano.
And waited on the player to join her.
As she sat the men took their fill of her. She was very beautiful indeed. She had long
black hair that shined and gleamed in the lantern light; it hung down to her full, round
buttocks. She wore a black sequined dress that was filled with full curves of a woman; it
fell to the tops of her thighs. Her legs, were clad in black stockings,were long and had
curves that made men want to run their hands over them. She wore no shoes because they
made her uncomfortable. Her skin was a creamy white and was a stark contrast
to her black dress and hair. Her face was finely boned, with pouting blood red lips
and sparkling fog gray eyes that sharpened as they ran over the audience's faces.
The piano player joined them finally and began to play a melodic soft blues sound,
she opened her full lips and a sound of pure magic as clear as any sparkling cloudless
blue sky.It echoed throughout the small room, softly rising and falling with the beat
of the blue tone. She had the audience mesmerized in her soft seductive way.
She watched as she took her audience to different worlds and back. She loved what she
did on these warm nights. Sometimes it was all that kept her going. She sang there
three nights a week and didn't hang around and do more than one song a night, she didn't
do it for the money or fame, and she did it because she needed it.
As she finished her song, the audience came out of their reverie and began clapping wildly.
They begged for an encore but she wouldn't hear of it and left out the back way.
They never saw her in town, only when she came to sing, they really weren't worried
because they she would be back, she always came back.
Disclaimer: I don't own the singer, I just own the late piano player, the song and
the audience.
A/N: What did you think? Should I change the title?
I mean does it give away too much? And should I write more to it or leave you hanging?
Come on you Minerva fans answer me! This was my first Minerva fic and I was really
having a bad case of writers' block when this little fic came to me. I hope you like.
Thanks. R/R!
Please!