A/N: sorry if "tipsy's story" shows up a bit clumped...i can't get my
computer to copy it the right way.
A/N: Also, I don't know how many of my reviewers have seen this, but they have placed "minerva m" upon the category for characters. Therfor, I will be moving where this story is into that category. THANKS!
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Chapter Ten: Tipsy's Story
Albus seemed to walk slower than he would have normally as they approached his living quarters, although Tipsy seemed to be walking as fast as she possibly could. She was gasping for air by the time they reached the room.
Albus reached out towards the doorknob, but pulled his hand back when it touched the brass-like knob.
"What is wrong sir?"
"She put a charm on it...i can't touch it. Look at my hand." Albus held out his hand for Tipsy to see, it had indeed been touched with a charm...a burning one. Minerva had obviously thought ahead as to what her husband may do to get her attention, and of course, with her being the clever witch that she was, she had taken action.
"She apparently wasnt kidding when she was threatening me with the wand. M-maybe I shouldnt be here. Maybe I should wait a while...until she starts getting vulnerable again." Albus said slowly
"Sir, you is the great Albus Dumbledore! You is not supposed to back down from a challenge, especially Professor McGonagall!"
"Tipsy, you don't know Minerva like I do...when she's mad, she MAD! I think we should just wait."
"I thought you was going to talk to her! I think people is dumb to think you can protect them when you can't even talk with Professor!"
"Now see here Tipsy, it's not that I can't talk to her, I just don't want to make her angrier than she is right now. You should have seen her earlier. I don't want to push my luck, I don't want this to lead to a divorce threat."
"If you is inlove with Professor, you will open that door with your wand. She is your wife, and she is the reason why we is up here."
Albus stared at Tipsy a moment or two before he pulled out his wand. What could he say, sometimes house elves are braver than grown men, as stupid as it may sound, at this point, his mind was rather made up as to that. "alahomora" he said softly. He heard the door click open, and stuck out his hand to grasp the doorknob. This time, he was ready for the burning sensation. he stuck out his hand in one swift movement, and pushed the door open.
Albus looked around the room for sight of minerva. He dare not enter if he knew that she would start yelling at him. But he saw nothing of his wife, and stepped an uneasy foot into the 2 room living quarters.
He looked down on Tipsy with a look of terror on his face. He saw Tipsy take in a rather obvious 'gulp'.
"Well, here we go." he said so that only Tipsy may hear. He looked around the spacious room, but saw no sign of Minerva. He walked in silently, and opened the door that led to the bedroom. He took in a quivering breath when he saw her, it was rather obvious that she had heard the door open for she was sitting on the bed, and looking rather tensely at the set that just entered.
She seemed to take some initiative not to start on Albus for returning when she saw the tiny house elf that had accompanied him. It was rather obvious to this, for the first sentence that came out of her mouth was "why have you brought that elf with you?" Her voice was rather calm, although it seemed to hint a tinge of anger.
"I thought you would like Tipsy. She made me feel a little better, I had hoped that she would to you too."
"I thought I said earlier to you that I didnt want to see you for a while."
"I know...but I felt rather bad for leaving you like I did. I thought maybe you and I could talk about it more."
Albus stared at her, and knew that he had seen a tear forming within her eyes, although her response was as cold as ever. "I don't want to talk about it, and I certainly don't want to talk with you. Now would you please leave me alone."
"WHY do you want to be alone? I would think that you would want to talk about it with me."
"Is it so unnatural to want some time to myself? I mean honestly, you make it sound as if we're supposed to spend every waking hour together."
"No, i just want to make it clear that I'm here for you. I love you, and I dont want you to think that I dont."
She considered him a moment before she said anything, although it hadnt been what he was hoping, not even remotely close to it. "Get out."
"I'm not leaving you minerva. I want to talk to you."
"Well, I dont want to talk to you. OUT"
"Sir, could Tipsy talk to her, Tipsy would like to help." Tipsy asked up to the rather tall Dumbledore. He looked over to minerva, her eyes were as cold as ice.
"If she'll actually comunicate, more power to you. You can try." Albus left the room, seeing as how that is obviously what Minerva wanted.
Tipsy walked over to Minerva, and stood by the bed that she was sitting on. To Tipsy's surprise minerva didnt say a word as she moved in towards her. Tipsy placed the tray with the soup on the bedside bureau, and jumped upon the currently occupied bed.
"Professor McGonagall is very sad, isnt you?" Tipsy asked quietly
"Yes. I dont think i could very well be happy." Minerva replied in a whisper
"Tell Tipsy what happened this morning. You is not seeming to want to talk to anyone about it, so Tipsy will tell you a story when you is done."
Minerva stared at Tipsy, quickly gaining tears in her eyes. She had no desire to relive what had happened so quicky, and not so long ago. "I dont want to. I dont."
"Well then is Tipsy aloud to ask why you is being so mean to Professor Dumbledore, you is seeming so angry at him."
"Let's just say Professor Dumbledore isnt as hurt by this as I am."
"He is professor, he is! I is seeing him at lunch, and he is not seeming happy at all. I know he is sad."
"No, I dont think he is. he just wants to be able to talk with me, he isnt affected by this at all. And I would take it that you do know why I am not happy, right?"
"Yes, you is losing a son...you learned this morning at a doctor's appointment."
"A son?" she asked softly
"yes, Professor Dumbledore said that your baby was going to be a boy."
"And just how does he know that?"
"I dont know. He is saying it today though."
"Im going to kill him." she said softly to herself, although Tipsy could hear. She let the comment pass without any notice.
"I is very sorry, but you is supposed to talk with husband, he wants to make you feel better, he is feelig not so good about what is happening today."
"I dont want to talk with him. He doesnt give a damn about anything."
"Professor, you is married, he cares about you! He is saying down in the kitchens that he loves you. Talk with him, he is loving you and feeling bad for making you feel so terrible."
"I'm afraid that is something that I can't do.
"Why not Professor?"
"Because I don't want anything to do with him at the moment."
"But why Professor? He is not meaning to hurt you, he is only wanting to talk with you."
"Yes, that's always been Albus. Always preferring to talk rather than just accept that something's happened." she said with a disheartened laugh. "How I wish that he could just have never come into my life. How I wish that I could have just gone my life happy and without a family than- than-tha" A lump had found its way within her throat, she was trying her best to avoid it, although it wasn't happening very easily. She started sobbing right there on the bed, burying her face within a pillow.
Tipsy scooted in closer to her, and patted her reassuringly. "There there. It is alright...it is not bad. Professor will be happy again, and Professor will be talking with Headmaster Dumbledore."
Minerva sobbed louder into the pillow, obviously trying to bypass all that Tipsy was saying to her.
"If Professor stays quiet, Tipsy will tell Professor a story. It make your mind go to different places than the loss that happened so short ago. You will like it."
"No." was all that could be heard through the pillow, although there were more muffled words that followed.
"Professor, you is liking it. Tipsy promises. My mother is telling me before I went to serve my master, it is my favorite. You is going to like it."
Tipsy looked over at Minerva. Her sobs were starting to cease, but a silence was not what was to follow. She started the story, in a quiet tone.
"Far away, in the land of the giants, there lived a girl named Hanna. Hanna is not very pretty, but she is a happy girl. She lived in a small town, that has many pretty girls, and not many boys. She is competing with all the pretty girls for a man to marry. But one day, she is deciding that she is not beautiful enough to have a husband.
She decided to ask her mom for help, she wanted very much to have someone to spend her life with. Her mom told her that she is a silly girl for thinking that, and someday, she is going to marry a very handsome man, but Hanna is not believing. So Hanna goes through the town until she reaches the mysterious 'windwhirling witch' that everyone is afraid of. She is hoping for some help to make her more beautiful."
Tipsy looked over to Minerva, and noticed that she was staring at her. Tipsy knew she was doing a good job at this.
"So she goes into the room. It is smoky and smells very badly, but Hanna is not caring, she is only wanting help. The witch came to her quickly, and asked Hanna what she is wanting. Hanna does not say at first, but the witch asks again, and Hanna is saying to be beautiful. The witch looked at Hanna very closely, then goes to a shelf, and grabs a potion. She is saying that the potion will make her pretty. A drop a day she said, and Hanna left. When Hanna got home, she is very happy, and even happier when she sees a boy. She is drinking down the potion when he comes down the street. When almost half of the bottle was gone, she walked over to boy, and started talking with him. The boy is sounding like he likes her, and invites her to go out for dinner. She is accepting.
The next day, she gets ready very quickly, and hurrys out to see the boy. She sees how handsome the boy is, and can feel her heart beat really fast...she knew she is falling inlove with the boy. They sat ate dinner on the top of a cliff, and stared at the stars while they talked. They both is falling inlove with eachother.
They is doing that for a while...maybe 1 week. They liked eachother very much, so much that boy is proposing to her already. He gave her a ring, and everything. So...2 days later they is getting married. Her dress was all picked out, and ready...she put powder on her face to make her look even prettier than she already was. The wedding went very quickly, and they soon found themselves in a room together, getting ready for bed.
The boy snuck up behind her, and they is having a happy time laughing. But then the boy stops laughing, and stares at Hanna. Hanna is wondering what is wrong, but the boy pointed at her face. She ran quickly to a mirror, and saw her face in the mirror. It is ugly again, even uglier than before, it is having wrinkles and warts on it. Hanna screamed and the boy is just watching her.
She runs back over to the boy, and asks him to not leave her. That she is loving him so much. But the boy is not planning on leaving her, he is smiling. He says nothing, but is bringing his lips to hers instead. He says that he is not leaving, but that he is loving her too, no matter what she is looking like.
Tipsy finished quietly, and looked at Minerva intently. She knew that Minerva had been listening all the while, and was waiting for a response. She received it quickly.
"So you're saying that the boy loved her, even though she was not pretty? Is that the moral of the story?"
"Yes, that is the story moral. What is you thinking of it?"
"I find it rather unconventional. It doesnt seem to me like a boy would be like that, he would leave her as quicky as he could, especially if there were other pretty girls there."
"Professor is right, but that's what makes it a good story. It is saying that what you is looking like does not matter. What matters is that you is inlove, and you is not caring about other things."
Minerva stared at Tipsy for a second or two, obviously contemplating her next move. "So you're saying that I should say something to Albus because I love him.?"
"Professor is not having to. But you is his wife. You is loving eachother, you is not supposed to be fighting over this. You is supposed to be together."
"I dont want to talk about it. But I don't want to fight either."
"Then why is you not going out there to apologize?"
"Because he is the one who is supposed to apologize."
"What has the Headmaster done? Why is you being so cold to him?"
"It is not me who is being cold, it is him. He may be puting up an act for you, but I saw it in his eyes. He doesnt care about this at all."
"Professor, I think you is thinking too much with your mind. Think with your heart, you already said you is not wanting to fight. Go and say sorry to Headmaster, and say that you love him."
"Tipsy, I would not say that I love him to his face if he were the last man on Earth. Thank you for the story, but I would really prefer that you get out."
Tipsy slid off the bed, she had to obey. She turned the knob, and looked back at Minerva before she left. "Please Professor. You is loving him, act like it." Then she shut the door behind her.
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hehe, i dont think Minerva is going to come around anytime soon...or is she???
A/N: Also, I don't know how many of my reviewers have seen this, but they have placed "minerva m" upon the category for characters. Therfor, I will be moving where this story is into that category. THANKS!
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Chapter Ten: Tipsy's Story
Albus seemed to walk slower than he would have normally as they approached his living quarters, although Tipsy seemed to be walking as fast as she possibly could. She was gasping for air by the time they reached the room.
Albus reached out towards the doorknob, but pulled his hand back when it touched the brass-like knob.
"What is wrong sir?"
"She put a charm on it...i can't touch it. Look at my hand." Albus held out his hand for Tipsy to see, it had indeed been touched with a charm...a burning one. Minerva had obviously thought ahead as to what her husband may do to get her attention, and of course, with her being the clever witch that she was, she had taken action.
"She apparently wasnt kidding when she was threatening me with the wand. M-maybe I shouldnt be here. Maybe I should wait a while...until she starts getting vulnerable again." Albus said slowly
"Sir, you is the great Albus Dumbledore! You is not supposed to back down from a challenge, especially Professor McGonagall!"
"Tipsy, you don't know Minerva like I do...when she's mad, she MAD! I think we should just wait."
"I thought you was going to talk to her! I think people is dumb to think you can protect them when you can't even talk with Professor!"
"Now see here Tipsy, it's not that I can't talk to her, I just don't want to make her angrier than she is right now. You should have seen her earlier. I don't want to push my luck, I don't want this to lead to a divorce threat."
"If you is inlove with Professor, you will open that door with your wand. She is your wife, and she is the reason why we is up here."
Albus stared at Tipsy a moment or two before he pulled out his wand. What could he say, sometimes house elves are braver than grown men, as stupid as it may sound, at this point, his mind was rather made up as to that. "alahomora" he said softly. He heard the door click open, and stuck out his hand to grasp the doorknob. This time, he was ready for the burning sensation. he stuck out his hand in one swift movement, and pushed the door open.
Albus looked around the room for sight of minerva. He dare not enter if he knew that she would start yelling at him. But he saw nothing of his wife, and stepped an uneasy foot into the 2 room living quarters.
He looked down on Tipsy with a look of terror on his face. He saw Tipsy take in a rather obvious 'gulp'.
"Well, here we go." he said so that only Tipsy may hear. He looked around the spacious room, but saw no sign of Minerva. He walked in silently, and opened the door that led to the bedroom. He took in a quivering breath when he saw her, it was rather obvious that she had heard the door open for she was sitting on the bed, and looking rather tensely at the set that just entered.
She seemed to take some initiative not to start on Albus for returning when she saw the tiny house elf that had accompanied him. It was rather obvious to this, for the first sentence that came out of her mouth was "why have you brought that elf with you?" Her voice was rather calm, although it seemed to hint a tinge of anger.
"I thought you would like Tipsy. She made me feel a little better, I had hoped that she would to you too."
"I thought I said earlier to you that I didnt want to see you for a while."
"I know...but I felt rather bad for leaving you like I did. I thought maybe you and I could talk about it more."
Albus stared at her, and knew that he had seen a tear forming within her eyes, although her response was as cold as ever. "I don't want to talk about it, and I certainly don't want to talk with you. Now would you please leave me alone."
"WHY do you want to be alone? I would think that you would want to talk about it with me."
"Is it so unnatural to want some time to myself? I mean honestly, you make it sound as if we're supposed to spend every waking hour together."
"No, i just want to make it clear that I'm here for you. I love you, and I dont want you to think that I dont."
She considered him a moment before she said anything, although it hadnt been what he was hoping, not even remotely close to it. "Get out."
"I'm not leaving you minerva. I want to talk to you."
"Well, I dont want to talk to you. OUT"
"Sir, could Tipsy talk to her, Tipsy would like to help." Tipsy asked up to the rather tall Dumbledore. He looked over to minerva, her eyes were as cold as ice.
"If she'll actually comunicate, more power to you. You can try." Albus left the room, seeing as how that is obviously what Minerva wanted.
Tipsy walked over to Minerva, and stood by the bed that she was sitting on. To Tipsy's surprise minerva didnt say a word as she moved in towards her. Tipsy placed the tray with the soup on the bedside bureau, and jumped upon the currently occupied bed.
"Professor McGonagall is very sad, isnt you?" Tipsy asked quietly
"Yes. I dont think i could very well be happy." Minerva replied in a whisper
"Tell Tipsy what happened this morning. You is not seeming to want to talk to anyone about it, so Tipsy will tell you a story when you is done."
Minerva stared at Tipsy, quickly gaining tears in her eyes. She had no desire to relive what had happened so quicky, and not so long ago. "I dont want to. I dont."
"Well then is Tipsy aloud to ask why you is being so mean to Professor Dumbledore, you is seeming so angry at him."
"Let's just say Professor Dumbledore isnt as hurt by this as I am."
"He is professor, he is! I is seeing him at lunch, and he is not seeming happy at all. I know he is sad."
"No, I dont think he is. he just wants to be able to talk with me, he isnt affected by this at all. And I would take it that you do know why I am not happy, right?"
"Yes, you is losing a son...you learned this morning at a doctor's appointment."
"A son?" she asked softly
"yes, Professor Dumbledore said that your baby was going to be a boy."
"And just how does he know that?"
"I dont know. He is saying it today though."
"Im going to kill him." she said softly to herself, although Tipsy could hear. She let the comment pass without any notice.
"I is very sorry, but you is supposed to talk with husband, he wants to make you feel better, he is feelig not so good about what is happening today."
"I dont want to talk with him. He doesnt give a damn about anything."
"Professor, you is married, he cares about you! He is saying down in the kitchens that he loves you. Talk with him, he is loving you and feeling bad for making you feel so terrible."
"I'm afraid that is something that I can't do.
"Why not Professor?"
"Because I don't want anything to do with him at the moment."
"But why Professor? He is not meaning to hurt you, he is only wanting to talk with you."
"Yes, that's always been Albus. Always preferring to talk rather than just accept that something's happened." she said with a disheartened laugh. "How I wish that he could just have never come into my life. How I wish that I could have just gone my life happy and without a family than- than-tha" A lump had found its way within her throat, she was trying her best to avoid it, although it wasn't happening very easily. She started sobbing right there on the bed, burying her face within a pillow.
Tipsy scooted in closer to her, and patted her reassuringly. "There there. It is alright...it is not bad. Professor will be happy again, and Professor will be talking with Headmaster Dumbledore."
Minerva sobbed louder into the pillow, obviously trying to bypass all that Tipsy was saying to her.
"If Professor stays quiet, Tipsy will tell Professor a story. It make your mind go to different places than the loss that happened so short ago. You will like it."
"No." was all that could be heard through the pillow, although there were more muffled words that followed.
"Professor, you is liking it. Tipsy promises. My mother is telling me before I went to serve my master, it is my favorite. You is going to like it."
Tipsy looked over at Minerva. Her sobs were starting to cease, but a silence was not what was to follow. She started the story, in a quiet tone.
"Far away, in the land of the giants, there lived a girl named Hanna. Hanna is not very pretty, but she is a happy girl. She lived in a small town, that has many pretty girls, and not many boys. She is competing with all the pretty girls for a man to marry. But one day, she is deciding that she is not beautiful enough to have a husband.
She decided to ask her mom for help, she wanted very much to have someone to spend her life with. Her mom told her that she is a silly girl for thinking that, and someday, she is going to marry a very handsome man, but Hanna is not believing. So Hanna goes through the town until she reaches the mysterious 'windwhirling witch' that everyone is afraid of. She is hoping for some help to make her more beautiful."
Tipsy looked over to Minerva, and noticed that she was staring at her. Tipsy knew she was doing a good job at this.
"So she goes into the room. It is smoky and smells very badly, but Hanna is not caring, she is only wanting help. The witch came to her quickly, and asked Hanna what she is wanting. Hanna does not say at first, but the witch asks again, and Hanna is saying to be beautiful. The witch looked at Hanna very closely, then goes to a shelf, and grabs a potion. She is saying that the potion will make her pretty. A drop a day she said, and Hanna left. When Hanna got home, she is very happy, and even happier when she sees a boy. She is drinking down the potion when he comes down the street. When almost half of the bottle was gone, she walked over to boy, and started talking with him. The boy is sounding like he likes her, and invites her to go out for dinner. She is accepting.
The next day, she gets ready very quickly, and hurrys out to see the boy. She sees how handsome the boy is, and can feel her heart beat really fast...she knew she is falling inlove with the boy. They sat ate dinner on the top of a cliff, and stared at the stars while they talked. They both is falling inlove with eachother.
They is doing that for a while...maybe 1 week. They liked eachother very much, so much that boy is proposing to her already. He gave her a ring, and everything. So...2 days later they is getting married. Her dress was all picked out, and ready...she put powder on her face to make her look even prettier than she already was. The wedding went very quickly, and they soon found themselves in a room together, getting ready for bed.
The boy snuck up behind her, and they is having a happy time laughing. But then the boy stops laughing, and stares at Hanna. Hanna is wondering what is wrong, but the boy pointed at her face. She ran quickly to a mirror, and saw her face in the mirror. It is ugly again, even uglier than before, it is having wrinkles and warts on it. Hanna screamed and the boy is just watching her.
She runs back over to the boy, and asks him to not leave her. That she is loving him so much. But the boy is not planning on leaving her, he is smiling. He says nothing, but is bringing his lips to hers instead. He says that he is not leaving, but that he is loving her too, no matter what she is looking like.
Tipsy finished quietly, and looked at Minerva intently. She knew that Minerva had been listening all the while, and was waiting for a response. She received it quickly.
"So you're saying that the boy loved her, even though she was not pretty? Is that the moral of the story?"
"Yes, that is the story moral. What is you thinking of it?"
"I find it rather unconventional. It doesnt seem to me like a boy would be like that, he would leave her as quicky as he could, especially if there were other pretty girls there."
"Professor is right, but that's what makes it a good story. It is saying that what you is looking like does not matter. What matters is that you is inlove, and you is not caring about other things."
Minerva stared at Tipsy for a second or two, obviously contemplating her next move. "So you're saying that I should say something to Albus because I love him.?"
"Professor is not having to. But you is his wife. You is loving eachother, you is not supposed to be fighting over this. You is supposed to be together."
"I dont want to talk about it. But I don't want to fight either."
"Then why is you not going out there to apologize?"
"Because he is the one who is supposed to apologize."
"What has the Headmaster done? Why is you being so cold to him?"
"It is not me who is being cold, it is him. He may be puting up an act for you, but I saw it in his eyes. He doesnt care about this at all."
"Professor, I think you is thinking too much with your mind. Think with your heart, you already said you is not wanting to fight. Go and say sorry to Headmaster, and say that you love him."
"Tipsy, I would not say that I love him to his face if he were the last man on Earth. Thank you for the story, but I would really prefer that you get out."
Tipsy slid off the bed, she had to obey. She turned the knob, and looked back at Minerva before she left. "Please Professor. You is loving him, act like it." Then she shut the door behind her.
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hehe, i dont think Minerva is going to come around anytime soon...or is she???