Through The Eyes of a Phoenix
A/N: Thank you to Ang for beta reading and for being a fantastic help since I no longer have regular use of a computer.
A/N2: A big thank you to all of you who have taken the time to review and who encouraged me to continue this story.
Chapter 2I am not sure how much more I can take of this. It's come to the point where I am seriously thinking of plucking out my feathers as a form of light relief. I can voice my annoyance through a series of coos but I am either ignored or given a sherbert lemon. As much as I love those delicious muggle sweets, they are not the remedy to the situation unraveling before my very eyes. Perhaps I should divulge the scene before me.
It's Friday night, which is their usual chess night and on this occasion Minerva was half an hour late. It is extremely unusual for the usually precise transfiguration professor to be late. From the way my master was pacing up and down his private office and checking his pocket watch, anyone would think it was ht end of the world. When Minerva finally walked into his office, the look on his face was one of pure relief.
She explained that she had been detained by Sybill Trelawney, who insisted on telling her that the fates would not be kind to her if she insisted to scorn the fine art of divination. I am of the same mind as Minerva when it comes to seers. I do believe that true seers exist but they are extremely rare. Sybill Trelawney has had one, maybe two true visions but she is by no means a seasoned seer. She irritates me as much as she annoys Minerva but luckily I do not have much to do with her.
I wonder if Minerva notices how Albus hangs on her every word. I have noticed but then I am a very observant phoenix. I do find it laughable that two intelligent people can't see past the end of their own noses and in my master's case, a rather long nose. They are made for each other. His eyes only twinkle when she is around or when he thinks of her, which is often.
Minerva is the only real "Minerva" when she is around my master. Her infectious laughter can fill the room when it is just the two of them. Tonight was no exception. They sat in front of the fireplace laughing and playing chess. As usual, Minerva's skilled ivory chess pieces slaughtered Albus' lead pieces. I think over the years, he has beaten her a handful of times. Their longest game lasted seventy-two hours
I watched with interest as they started to clear up the chess pieces. Their hands reached for the ivory queen at the same time. Time seemed to come to a standstill as their eyes locked and I was practically willing them to kiss. At one point, I saw them lean closer but then his blasted watch fell from his pocket and crashed to the floor. The moment was broken and Minerva hastily pulled away. She blushed slightly and quickly made her excuses before leaving. After she had left, my master sat quietly with his head in his hands. It was at this moment that I decided to take matters into my own sharp claws.
To be continued…