oooh, fun, another update. I do hope you action likers don't find this too "undetailed" but I'm trying very hard to make it appropriate for the rating...write and tell me what you think!
thanks reviewers, happy holidays are coming 'round!
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five days: fight
Albus looked everywhere. He looked in her office, he looked in her classroom, heaven forbid, he even looked in her empty room. There still lay no sign of her. Inside her room, everything was as it had been a few hours ago...not a book off the shelf, not a sheet touched, no water within any of the more private rooms. She had obviously left...'left for good?' he asked himself quietly.
She had said that it wasn't very teacherlike, and she seemed more than willing to go. She DID state that she hadn't wanted to face today, but was that really a reason to leave? 'No, the reason that she left was because of my stupid big mouth,' he sighed, and left to check the staff room.
He entered the inviting room, with a warm fire crackling delicately. He didn't see anyone else in the room. 'All is well, no one will see me lose my head,' he thought quietly. He found himself a cozy chair, next to the fire. He needed to think. He needed some logical conclusion as to where she may have gone, and above all else, why she wasn't back...it was nearly one.
He stared at the embers of the fireplace, and at the effect of inclination that they had on him. 'She looked so beautiful,' he smiled, 'in her nightwear, and her long hair down like it was. Why did I have to mess it up? If I had said one thing nicely, if I had...acted more caring, I probably could have been brave enough to tell her. I could have been with her this morning. Merlin's beard, she could be mine. But here's the sad part, I guess; she could have been mine a long time ago. Greg, no matter how much of a sleeze ball he is, he hadn't really done anything wrong [besides groping her and making her lose her judgment] he had every right to approach her. She's so perfect. Why? Why can I never get my courage up? Oh, Dumbledore, you're such an idiot. If I had only...kissed her, touched her, told her, she would never have let Greg touch her in the first place. When you see her, you've got to tell her. If you don't, you'll regret it. I know I will. Then, once I've won her over, we can go and torch Greg,' he smiled warmly at the thought, 'I can just see him, I can turn him into a squirrel, and just burn him to ashes. Good plan,' he chuckled insipite of himself.
"Where is she Dumbledore!?" the loud booming voice came to his ears. He sat up quickly from his chair, to face the obviously fuming man.
"You mean Minerva?"
"Of course Minerva! Who else would I be talking about you demented man!"
"I don't know where she is. I've been looking for her all day," he said calmly. The vision of a squirrel and fire passed through his mind. He smiled wryly at the thought.
"What are YOU smiling about! Tell me where she is, or I swear, I'll...I'll send you and your little life to the lake!"
"Little life, Greg? Last time I checked, I'm older than you. And last time I checked, she isn't your property. She's probably long gone, away from you."
Greg grabbed the front of Albus's robes, and held him up to his face with a threatening face. "Where...is...she?" he hissed.
"I...don't...know..," Albus replied quietly.
CRRRRACK! Albus fell head on to the floor, to look up through a face full of blood. His hands immediately came to his nose, but left once he felt the sudden burst of pain that surrounded his entire nasal area. "Ahhhh," he groaned from pain. He sat up, and looked at Greg with a look of pure hatred upon his face.
"Where is she?" Greg repeated again, kicking Albus back on the floor.
He grouched down, clutching his head. "I don't know," he said again.
SNAP! Albus immediately put a hand to his back, as he felt the pain surge through his body. He spat, and looked at Greg again. "Fine," he said angrily, "if you want to settle this, we'll settle it the right way." He pulled up all his strength, and stood up, staring at the shrewd man. Albus pulled out his wand, and hissed, "duel?"
"I think I'll pass Dumbledore. We wouldn't want this to be without an audience. You see, if I kill you now, then I'm to blame. Well as if we're infront of an audience, well, they all witnessed it, and they know why. You understand? Or did those blows to the head cause you to not think straight?"
Albus looked down on his arm. Then back up at Greg. "Coward."
"Loser."
He looked back down on his fist, then at Greg. The fury had suddenly become ten times the blow, with his baseness. He was afraid. He may have the physical capabilites that Albus didn't have, but he was far more powerful...FAR MORE. 'Let's play at your game,' he thought, and swung his fist, hard, to make impact with the back of Greg's head. He fell face first, and didn't get up.
Albus stared. "Petrificus Totalus," he whispered, and Greg was immediately turned into a human rock. He flipped the figure over...his eyes were open, he was awake. "You know Greg, you shouldn't say things like that to people. It makes them hurt you. You understand? Now, for the final time, I don't know where she is. And... I am going to the hospital wing. Someone is bound to come here and rescue you...of course, you telling them that you got beaten by the headmaster is below you, maybe you can take this opportunity to make a story up?"
Albus left the room, taking one last glance at the pile of blood that was on the floor. 'Oh well, it'll get cleaned up. Right now it's my turn.' He walked quickly towards the hospital wing.
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"Oh my GOODNESS! What HAVE you been doing Albus! You look like you could've died!" Karalynn Mianno, the school nurse walked over towards Albus, who was currently sitting atop a hospital bed.
"Greg and I got into a fight," he spoke with a little bit of a lisp from a numb lip.
"Oh really? And what did you do to him? Beat him to a pulp too? You're supposed to be setting an example, you two! What on EARTH could you be fist fighting for you bloody idiots?!"
"He's with Minerva," he said simply.
Karalynn looked at him with a sympathetic look, that's really all it had taken for her to understand. "Christmas is in five days. You shouldn't be hurting eachother this close to such a happy time."
"With the use of modern forens-fore-forensi, well with the medicine we have today, I should be ready by the end of the day, right?"
"Well," she whispered, as she lifted her head. "I think your nose is broken. That may take until the end of the evening to fix that, and your back...well, it's not in the best shape. I should say you should stay here until the morning."
"But what about Min-Mi-Minerva?" he said, through pursed lips, trying his best to talk normally.
"What about her? You think she'll just come and start crying for your poor pathetic use of common knowledge?"
"Well, no. But...what if Greg tells her a lie? What if Greg tells her that I started the fight?"
"Then I'll makesure and tell her the truth. Alright, so don't worry."
"I wish I nev- never did that. She'll never...know what hap-happe-"
"Happened," she helped him. "Now take some of this, it's to make your spinal cord in line again," she handed him a cup, and he swallowed the medicine quickly, not wanting to find out what sort of gruesome taste came along with it. "And here is a sleeping drought. I know it's still early, but I think someone in your condition should get plenty of rest. Besides, once Greg gets here...we won't have any problems," she handed him another cup. He looked down on it, then back up at her.
"What about my nose?"
"I'll take care of it while you're sleeping. It won't be completely healed, it may be a little bit crooked, but you'll be fine. Now take this drought, and go to bed." He nodded, and gulped down the liquid. He didn't have a single other thought as the waves of sleep hit his mind.
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"Madame Mianno, Professor Talaris is hurt," a small, greasy haired Slytherin walked into the room with a suave movement. "He's in the staff room."
"Thank you Mr. Snape. Would you assist me there?"
The boy and Karalynn walked swiftly towards the staff room. Of course, she knew he was there the whole time, she was only waiting for someone to find him. "Mr. Snape, was a teacher with you when you found him?"
"I was looking for Professor Talaris. I needed some questions answered. I went into the room, and he was in there. He looked hurt, but he was in a spell. I did the counter curse, and he asked me to go and get you. He couldn't say much. He looked AWFULLY hurt," the boy smiled.
She looked at him for a glance. "Very well."
They hurried quickly, and walked into the staff room. "Oh Merlin's beard! What a mess," she sighed in shock. She knew it would be bad, but there was blood everywhere, EVERYWHERE. She let out a held breath, and got close to Greg to feel a pulse and whatnot. He wasn't moving, but he was alive. "Let's get him to the hospital wing," she pulled out her wand, and conjured up a stretcher. "Help me," she scolded, as the boy watched her load the man onto the canvas.
They walked quickly towards the hospital wing, and entered. "Thank you Mr. Snape. Fifteen points will be awarded to Slytherin for your help. Now go along, and enjoy your break," the boy nodded, and she watched him leave.
"You stupid idiot," she hissed once Severus was away from earshot. "Greg, you stupid, stupid idiot. You deserved what you got...getting in the way of Minerva and Albus. You should be ashamed of yourself."
His eyes immediately fluttered open. "Ahhh," he groaned.
"I'm not surprised you're feeling that way you stupid ass. Making a fight with the headmaster and all...you should be absolutely ashamed."
"Cut with the crap, and fix the pain that's in my head!" he hissed.
"You'll have to ask nicely," she smiled.
"Get me some medicine woman!" he screamed.
She turned, and smiled...she shouldn't have been, but she was. He deserved what he got, through and through.
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Minerva came back into the cold castle with a Honey Dukes bag in her hand. 'Nothing like the dreadfulness of home to lower your spirit,' she thought coldly. She paced quickly towards her rooms, and shut the door calmly behind her. She didn't want to start an outbreak, she didn't even want to be noticed just yet. She fell backwards on her bed, and stared at the gray ceiling.
'Well, I suppose on the bright side I got Albus his present. Of course on the downside I still can't aplogize to him. I acted like such an idiot back there...a total and complete idiot. He's probably ready to slaughter me for acting so stupid.'
"He loves me?", she said aloud, "What was I thinking? Why on God's Earth would I say, 'he loves me'?!" She felt the anger rush to her face again. 'Well, I suppose he wasn't the nicest person either. THE M TRAIN?' she rolled her eyes, 'if there's one thing I will ever say to that man, it's that he has seriously misjudged me to be saying things like that. Especially since I haven't had one damn person touch me in at least two years!...besides, in any case; I wouldn't hold myself like that to anyone. If I had ever done it...it would have been him.'
She felt herself go into a deep sadness. "I love him. Not Greg, him," she said quietly through the darkness.
KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK! She lifted her head up. 'Damn it.'
"Who is it?" she asked quietly.
"Karalynn. Something important happened while you were gone."
Minerva got up from the bed, and answered the door. Her friend didn't look the least bit happy, she looked downright grave.
"What's happened?" Minerva asked slowly.
"There's been a fight. A fist fight. Albus and Greg apparently started swapping fists while you were gone (on your behalf I might say). They're both in the hospital wing now, sleeping like babies."
"No," she breathed. "Are they...hurt?"
"Albus has a broken nose, and his spinal cord should be better alined by now. And Greg, well, he had a pretty hard blow to the head. He may be suffering some brain damage."
"Brain damage? Albus did this?"
"Yes, apparently the whole story is that they were both looking for you. So Greg started taunting Albus, and asking him where you were, where as we both know that he didn't have a clue; anyway, Greg threw the first punch, and it just went downhill from there. Not too many swings were taken, but enough to cause some pretty good damage."
"Albus hurt Greg?"
"Well, yes. But I wouldn't say it like that. He was fighting for you Minerva, if you haven't caught on yet. He only cares about Greg, and your whereabouts."
Minerva stared...she had seen the truth now. She knew what Greg was after, she knew what Albus wanted. It was all so confusing, and yet not confusing at all. She had made a mistake to take Greg's word, she knew...but now, what about Albus? "I need to talk to him."
"He's under a sleeping draft. You'll have to wait until the morning."
"Very well, then I want to go and sleep on the floor, or a chair, or whatever, so that I can be there in the morning when he wakes up. I need to tell him something important. I need to finally tell him."
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Happy endings are around the corner...of course, there is a reason I am allowing 2 chapters per day. MOre tricks along the way? Maybe...maybe not.
HAVE A GREAT WEEKEND PEOPLES OF THE FANFICTION WORLD.
thanks reviewers, happy holidays are coming 'round!
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five days: fight
Albus looked everywhere. He looked in her office, he looked in her classroom, heaven forbid, he even looked in her empty room. There still lay no sign of her. Inside her room, everything was as it had been a few hours ago...not a book off the shelf, not a sheet touched, no water within any of the more private rooms. She had obviously left...'left for good?' he asked himself quietly.
She had said that it wasn't very teacherlike, and she seemed more than willing to go. She DID state that she hadn't wanted to face today, but was that really a reason to leave? 'No, the reason that she left was because of my stupid big mouth,' he sighed, and left to check the staff room.
He entered the inviting room, with a warm fire crackling delicately. He didn't see anyone else in the room. 'All is well, no one will see me lose my head,' he thought quietly. He found himself a cozy chair, next to the fire. He needed to think. He needed some logical conclusion as to where she may have gone, and above all else, why she wasn't back...it was nearly one.
He stared at the embers of the fireplace, and at the effect of inclination that they had on him. 'She looked so beautiful,' he smiled, 'in her nightwear, and her long hair down like it was. Why did I have to mess it up? If I had said one thing nicely, if I had...acted more caring, I probably could have been brave enough to tell her. I could have been with her this morning. Merlin's beard, she could be mine. But here's the sad part, I guess; she could have been mine a long time ago. Greg, no matter how much of a sleeze ball he is, he hadn't really done anything wrong [besides groping her and making her lose her judgment] he had every right to approach her. She's so perfect. Why? Why can I never get my courage up? Oh, Dumbledore, you're such an idiot. If I had only...kissed her, touched her, told her, she would never have let Greg touch her in the first place. When you see her, you've got to tell her. If you don't, you'll regret it. I know I will. Then, once I've won her over, we can go and torch Greg,' he smiled warmly at the thought, 'I can just see him, I can turn him into a squirrel, and just burn him to ashes. Good plan,' he chuckled insipite of himself.
"Where is she Dumbledore!?" the loud booming voice came to his ears. He sat up quickly from his chair, to face the obviously fuming man.
"You mean Minerva?"
"Of course Minerva! Who else would I be talking about you demented man!"
"I don't know where she is. I've been looking for her all day," he said calmly. The vision of a squirrel and fire passed through his mind. He smiled wryly at the thought.
"What are YOU smiling about! Tell me where she is, or I swear, I'll...I'll send you and your little life to the lake!"
"Little life, Greg? Last time I checked, I'm older than you. And last time I checked, she isn't your property. She's probably long gone, away from you."
Greg grabbed the front of Albus's robes, and held him up to his face with a threatening face. "Where...is...she?" he hissed.
"I...don't...know..," Albus replied quietly.
CRRRRACK! Albus fell head on to the floor, to look up through a face full of blood. His hands immediately came to his nose, but left once he felt the sudden burst of pain that surrounded his entire nasal area. "Ahhhh," he groaned from pain. He sat up, and looked at Greg with a look of pure hatred upon his face.
"Where is she?" Greg repeated again, kicking Albus back on the floor.
He grouched down, clutching his head. "I don't know," he said again.
SNAP! Albus immediately put a hand to his back, as he felt the pain surge through his body. He spat, and looked at Greg again. "Fine," he said angrily, "if you want to settle this, we'll settle it the right way." He pulled up all his strength, and stood up, staring at the shrewd man. Albus pulled out his wand, and hissed, "duel?"
"I think I'll pass Dumbledore. We wouldn't want this to be without an audience. You see, if I kill you now, then I'm to blame. Well as if we're infront of an audience, well, they all witnessed it, and they know why. You understand? Or did those blows to the head cause you to not think straight?"
Albus looked down on his arm. Then back up at Greg. "Coward."
"Loser."
He looked back down on his fist, then at Greg. The fury had suddenly become ten times the blow, with his baseness. He was afraid. He may have the physical capabilites that Albus didn't have, but he was far more powerful...FAR MORE. 'Let's play at your game,' he thought, and swung his fist, hard, to make impact with the back of Greg's head. He fell face first, and didn't get up.
Albus stared. "Petrificus Totalus," he whispered, and Greg was immediately turned into a human rock. He flipped the figure over...his eyes were open, he was awake. "You know Greg, you shouldn't say things like that to people. It makes them hurt you. You understand? Now, for the final time, I don't know where she is. And... I am going to the hospital wing. Someone is bound to come here and rescue you...of course, you telling them that you got beaten by the headmaster is below you, maybe you can take this opportunity to make a story up?"
Albus left the room, taking one last glance at the pile of blood that was on the floor. 'Oh well, it'll get cleaned up. Right now it's my turn.' He walked quickly towards the hospital wing.
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"Oh my GOODNESS! What HAVE you been doing Albus! You look like you could've died!" Karalynn Mianno, the school nurse walked over towards Albus, who was currently sitting atop a hospital bed.
"Greg and I got into a fight," he spoke with a little bit of a lisp from a numb lip.
"Oh really? And what did you do to him? Beat him to a pulp too? You're supposed to be setting an example, you two! What on EARTH could you be fist fighting for you bloody idiots?!"
"He's with Minerva," he said simply.
Karalynn looked at him with a sympathetic look, that's really all it had taken for her to understand. "Christmas is in five days. You shouldn't be hurting eachother this close to such a happy time."
"With the use of modern forens-fore-forensi, well with the medicine we have today, I should be ready by the end of the day, right?"
"Well," she whispered, as she lifted her head. "I think your nose is broken. That may take until the end of the evening to fix that, and your back...well, it's not in the best shape. I should say you should stay here until the morning."
"But what about Min-Mi-Minerva?" he said, through pursed lips, trying his best to talk normally.
"What about her? You think she'll just come and start crying for your poor pathetic use of common knowledge?"
"Well, no. But...what if Greg tells her a lie? What if Greg tells her that I started the fight?"
"Then I'll makesure and tell her the truth. Alright, so don't worry."
"I wish I nev- never did that. She'll never...know what hap-happe-"
"Happened," she helped him. "Now take some of this, it's to make your spinal cord in line again," she handed him a cup, and he swallowed the medicine quickly, not wanting to find out what sort of gruesome taste came along with it. "And here is a sleeping drought. I know it's still early, but I think someone in your condition should get plenty of rest. Besides, once Greg gets here...we won't have any problems," she handed him another cup. He looked down on it, then back up at her.
"What about my nose?"
"I'll take care of it while you're sleeping. It won't be completely healed, it may be a little bit crooked, but you'll be fine. Now take this drought, and go to bed." He nodded, and gulped down the liquid. He didn't have a single other thought as the waves of sleep hit his mind.
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"Madame Mianno, Professor Talaris is hurt," a small, greasy haired Slytherin walked into the room with a suave movement. "He's in the staff room."
"Thank you Mr. Snape. Would you assist me there?"
The boy and Karalynn walked swiftly towards the staff room. Of course, she knew he was there the whole time, she was only waiting for someone to find him. "Mr. Snape, was a teacher with you when you found him?"
"I was looking for Professor Talaris. I needed some questions answered. I went into the room, and he was in there. He looked hurt, but he was in a spell. I did the counter curse, and he asked me to go and get you. He couldn't say much. He looked AWFULLY hurt," the boy smiled.
She looked at him for a glance. "Very well."
They hurried quickly, and walked into the staff room. "Oh Merlin's beard! What a mess," she sighed in shock. She knew it would be bad, but there was blood everywhere, EVERYWHERE. She let out a held breath, and got close to Greg to feel a pulse and whatnot. He wasn't moving, but he was alive. "Let's get him to the hospital wing," she pulled out her wand, and conjured up a stretcher. "Help me," she scolded, as the boy watched her load the man onto the canvas.
They walked quickly towards the hospital wing, and entered. "Thank you Mr. Snape. Fifteen points will be awarded to Slytherin for your help. Now go along, and enjoy your break," the boy nodded, and she watched him leave.
"You stupid idiot," she hissed once Severus was away from earshot. "Greg, you stupid, stupid idiot. You deserved what you got...getting in the way of Minerva and Albus. You should be ashamed of yourself."
His eyes immediately fluttered open. "Ahhh," he groaned.
"I'm not surprised you're feeling that way you stupid ass. Making a fight with the headmaster and all...you should be absolutely ashamed."
"Cut with the crap, and fix the pain that's in my head!" he hissed.
"You'll have to ask nicely," she smiled.
"Get me some medicine woman!" he screamed.
She turned, and smiled...she shouldn't have been, but she was. He deserved what he got, through and through.
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Minerva came back into the cold castle with a Honey Dukes bag in her hand. 'Nothing like the dreadfulness of home to lower your spirit,' she thought coldly. She paced quickly towards her rooms, and shut the door calmly behind her. She didn't want to start an outbreak, she didn't even want to be noticed just yet. She fell backwards on her bed, and stared at the gray ceiling.
'Well, I suppose on the bright side I got Albus his present. Of course on the downside I still can't aplogize to him. I acted like such an idiot back there...a total and complete idiot. He's probably ready to slaughter me for acting so stupid.'
"He loves me?", she said aloud, "What was I thinking? Why on God's Earth would I say, 'he loves me'?!" She felt the anger rush to her face again. 'Well, I suppose he wasn't the nicest person either. THE M TRAIN?' she rolled her eyes, 'if there's one thing I will ever say to that man, it's that he has seriously misjudged me to be saying things like that. Especially since I haven't had one damn person touch me in at least two years!...besides, in any case; I wouldn't hold myself like that to anyone. If I had ever done it...it would have been him.'
She felt herself go into a deep sadness. "I love him. Not Greg, him," she said quietly through the darkness.
KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK! She lifted her head up. 'Damn it.'
"Who is it?" she asked quietly.
"Karalynn. Something important happened while you were gone."
Minerva got up from the bed, and answered the door. Her friend didn't look the least bit happy, she looked downright grave.
"What's happened?" Minerva asked slowly.
"There's been a fight. A fist fight. Albus and Greg apparently started swapping fists while you were gone (on your behalf I might say). They're both in the hospital wing now, sleeping like babies."
"No," she breathed. "Are they...hurt?"
"Albus has a broken nose, and his spinal cord should be better alined by now. And Greg, well, he had a pretty hard blow to the head. He may be suffering some brain damage."
"Brain damage? Albus did this?"
"Yes, apparently the whole story is that they were both looking for you. So Greg started taunting Albus, and asking him where you were, where as we both know that he didn't have a clue; anyway, Greg threw the first punch, and it just went downhill from there. Not too many swings were taken, but enough to cause some pretty good damage."
"Albus hurt Greg?"
"Well, yes. But I wouldn't say it like that. He was fighting for you Minerva, if you haven't caught on yet. He only cares about Greg, and your whereabouts."
Minerva stared...she had seen the truth now. She knew what Greg was after, she knew what Albus wanted. It was all so confusing, and yet not confusing at all. She had made a mistake to take Greg's word, she knew...but now, what about Albus? "I need to talk to him."
"He's under a sleeping draft. You'll have to wait until the morning."
"Very well, then I want to go and sleep on the floor, or a chair, or whatever, so that I can be there in the morning when he wakes up. I need to tell him something important. I need to finally tell him."
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Happy endings are around the corner...of course, there is a reason I am allowing 2 chapters per day. MOre tricks along the way? Maybe...maybe not.
HAVE A GREAT WEEKEND PEOPLES OF THE FANFICTION WORLD.