Ok people. just in case you didn't know, the paragraphs that are in the
little quotation things, like this: 'hi' are excerpts from Minerva's
journal. I wanna thank my first reviewer for this story: Minni! My new
friend, and pen-pal. Thanks! I won't disappoint you. I hope I won't
anyways! Thanks again! I also wanna thank my second reviewer,
SpiderSquirrel. Here's another chapter!
Chapter Two
Someone's Journal
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Albus closed his office door and leaned against it. He'd safely made it to his office without Minerva knowing that he'd taken it. He pulled it out of his robes and looked at it. He had in his hands, all of Minerva's private thoughts and feelings. Her journal. 'This is wrong,' he thought. But never- the-less he sat down at his desk, tossing the scroll Minerva had given him into a drawer, and leaned back comfortably to read Minerva's journal. He started at the beginning. She'd started the journal at the beginning of the school year, September first.
'Ah, a new school year. I can't wait to start teaching again. The summer was relaxing, yes, but I do love teaching so much.
When I came back from my holidays, I saw Albus. He was tan. I asked him what he did on his holiday, but he wouldn't tell me.'
Albus smiled. He remembered that. She'd pestered him all through dinner that night. He was only teasing her, he'd been to the Bahamas. Wonderful place. He continued reading.
'It's so good to see him again. We did send owls over the summer, but to see him is an entirely different thing. He still looks the same, despite the fact that he has a tan. Same wonderful smile, same sparkling, somewhat mischievous eyes. He still acts the same too, although I didn't really expect him to change. Of course I was delighted to see all of my other 'co- workers' as well, but especially Albus. If I knew for sure, I'd say we were best friends. But Albus has so many good friends, I couldn't say.'
Albus raised his eyebrows. 'How could she not know that she's my best friend?' He thought.
'Well, I'm awfully tired, it's been a long day, what with preparing for the students, and taking care of the first years and everything. I'll write again soon. Goodnight'
Albus looked at the next entry. Just about her first day teaching. He leafed through the first few pages, when he caught a glimpse of his name again.
'Today I fell in that blasted missing step on the stairs and twisted my ankle. I couldn't get out, and I was sitting there on the steps in pain for about ten minutes, before Albus came along, the dear, sweet, man, looking in his pockets for something. Probably a lemon drop. Note: buy Albus a big bag of lemon drops for his birthday.'
Albus grinned. She had given him a big bag of lemon drops for his birthday. Excellent choice for a birthday present.
'Anyways, along he came, and when he looked up and saw me...well, I don't know what he saw, but his face, I could have sworn it turned pale. He ran over to me, and as gently as ever helped me out of the hole. He seemed to be very concerned about me, and then I think I scared him, because I told him I could walk, and ended up falling back into his arms. Not a bad place to be necessarily.'
Albus' eyes widened. 'My arms aren't a bad place to be, huh?' He thought bemusedly. He thought back to that day. It had been about mid-September, and he'd been walking up the stairs, looking in his pockets for, yes, a lemon drop. He'd looked up and the first thing he'd seen was Minerva in the hole on the stairs; her face distorted in pain. It'd scared him. He had run over to her and helped her out of the hole. He had been concerned. She was hurt, and in pain, and he wanted to help her. He smiled thoughtfully. He kept reading.
'He helped me to the hospital wing, practically carrying me. I think he would have if I'd let him.'
That he would, that he would.
'He stayed with me while Poppy checked me over and fixed my ankle, then he walked me back to my chambers asking if I was alright nearly the whole way. He's so very sweet!'
Albus turned to the more recent pages.
'I wish Albus would talk to me more. He rarely spends any time talking to me, or being with me. I know he's busy and has a lot on his mind, but I feel like I...I'm boring or something. Every night at dinner he talks to Rolanda Hooch about Quidditch, or Poppy about modern wiarding medicine, or Pomona Sprout about the man-eating plants of Europe, but I seem to bore him to death. I think I bore everyone to death. I sit there picking at my food, while everyone is laughing and smiling around me. Oh, sometimes I just feel like an old prude.'
Suddenly there was a knock on Albus' office door that made him jump. He quickly stuffed the journal in a drawer and called out:
"It's open!"
Minerva opened his door and stepped inside. "Hello Albus, Severus asked me to come and get you, it's time for dinner."
Albus looked at her worriedly. Did she know? Could she sense what he'd done? But no, she seemed to act perfectly normal and he got up and followed her out of his office down to the Great Hall. As they were walking, he remembered what she'd written about him teasing her about her hair.
"Minerva," he started. "Your hair looks really nice tonight."
She stiffened. "I'm getting rather tired of the jokes, Albus."
"I'm not joking," he protested. "I really do think your hair looks nice."
She stopped and looked at him. He smiled at her and reached out and touched her hair in it's usual stern bun.
"I truly think you have wonderful hair, Minerva."
She gave him a strange look. "Ah...thank you Albus." She turned around and continued walking. They walked in silence to the Great Hall.
(A/N: Bad Albus! Taking Minerva's journal like that. )
Chapter Two
Someone's Journal
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Albus closed his office door and leaned against it. He'd safely made it to his office without Minerva knowing that he'd taken it. He pulled it out of his robes and looked at it. He had in his hands, all of Minerva's private thoughts and feelings. Her journal. 'This is wrong,' he thought. But never- the-less he sat down at his desk, tossing the scroll Minerva had given him into a drawer, and leaned back comfortably to read Minerva's journal. He started at the beginning. She'd started the journal at the beginning of the school year, September first.
'Ah, a new school year. I can't wait to start teaching again. The summer was relaxing, yes, but I do love teaching so much.
When I came back from my holidays, I saw Albus. He was tan. I asked him what he did on his holiday, but he wouldn't tell me.'
Albus smiled. He remembered that. She'd pestered him all through dinner that night. He was only teasing her, he'd been to the Bahamas. Wonderful place. He continued reading.
'It's so good to see him again. We did send owls over the summer, but to see him is an entirely different thing. He still looks the same, despite the fact that he has a tan. Same wonderful smile, same sparkling, somewhat mischievous eyes. He still acts the same too, although I didn't really expect him to change. Of course I was delighted to see all of my other 'co- workers' as well, but especially Albus. If I knew for sure, I'd say we were best friends. But Albus has so many good friends, I couldn't say.'
Albus raised his eyebrows. 'How could she not know that she's my best friend?' He thought.
'Well, I'm awfully tired, it's been a long day, what with preparing for the students, and taking care of the first years and everything. I'll write again soon. Goodnight'
Albus looked at the next entry. Just about her first day teaching. He leafed through the first few pages, when he caught a glimpse of his name again.
'Today I fell in that blasted missing step on the stairs and twisted my ankle. I couldn't get out, and I was sitting there on the steps in pain for about ten minutes, before Albus came along, the dear, sweet, man, looking in his pockets for something. Probably a lemon drop. Note: buy Albus a big bag of lemon drops for his birthday.'
Albus grinned. She had given him a big bag of lemon drops for his birthday. Excellent choice for a birthday present.
'Anyways, along he came, and when he looked up and saw me...well, I don't know what he saw, but his face, I could have sworn it turned pale. He ran over to me, and as gently as ever helped me out of the hole. He seemed to be very concerned about me, and then I think I scared him, because I told him I could walk, and ended up falling back into his arms. Not a bad place to be necessarily.'
Albus' eyes widened. 'My arms aren't a bad place to be, huh?' He thought bemusedly. He thought back to that day. It had been about mid-September, and he'd been walking up the stairs, looking in his pockets for, yes, a lemon drop. He'd looked up and the first thing he'd seen was Minerva in the hole on the stairs; her face distorted in pain. It'd scared him. He had run over to her and helped her out of the hole. He had been concerned. She was hurt, and in pain, and he wanted to help her. He smiled thoughtfully. He kept reading.
'He helped me to the hospital wing, practically carrying me. I think he would have if I'd let him.'
That he would, that he would.
'He stayed with me while Poppy checked me over and fixed my ankle, then he walked me back to my chambers asking if I was alright nearly the whole way. He's so very sweet!'
Albus turned to the more recent pages.
'I wish Albus would talk to me more. He rarely spends any time talking to me, or being with me. I know he's busy and has a lot on his mind, but I feel like I...I'm boring or something. Every night at dinner he talks to Rolanda Hooch about Quidditch, or Poppy about modern wiarding medicine, or Pomona Sprout about the man-eating plants of Europe, but I seem to bore him to death. I think I bore everyone to death. I sit there picking at my food, while everyone is laughing and smiling around me. Oh, sometimes I just feel like an old prude.'
Suddenly there was a knock on Albus' office door that made him jump. He quickly stuffed the journal in a drawer and called out:
"It's open!"
Minerva opened his door and stepped inside. "Hello Albus, Severus asked me to come and get you, it's time for dinner."
Albus looked at her worriedly. Did she know? Could she sense what he'd done? But no, she seemed to act perfectly normal and he got up and followed her out of his office down to the Great Hall. As they were walking, he remembered what she'd written about him teasing her about her hair.
"Minerva," he started. "Your hair looks really nice tonight."
She stiffened. "I'm getting rather tired of the jokes, Albus."
"I'm not joking," he protested. "I really do think your hair looks nice."
She stopped and looked at him. He smiled at her and reached out and touched her hair in it's usual stern bun.
"I truly think you have wonderful hair, Minerva."
She gave him a strange look. "Ah...thank you Albus." She turned around and continued walking. They walked in silence to the Great Hall.
(A/N: Bad Albus! Taking Minerva's journal like that. )