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Chpt 2-Poppy tackles Minerva
Seeing that obstinate look on his lover's face, he hurriedly finished his speech before she could interrupt, "But I agree with you, my love. I think the both of them need a little push, don't you think?" A mischievous gleam came into Poppy's eyes as she replied, "Yes, a little push.I have just the plan." Severus leaned towards her grinning,as she whispered the plan in to his ears.....
The next day, Poppy walked briskly heading in the direction of Minerva's rooms. In a few minutes, she stood in front of the portrait hanging in front of the door. The picture inside was a little cherub wearing tartan robes and carrying a broken heart in it's arms. She grinned to herself at Minerva's choice of the portrait, yet at the same time, more confident of her plan than ever. Upoun seeing her, the little cherub squeaked, "Password please!" She closed her eyes and tried to remember the password. 'What was it again? Desirable..? Heart's ease? Fufillment? Ahh.Unfufilled heart's desires..that was it.' In her loud tone, she spoke to the portrait , " Unfufilled heart's desires!"
With a squeal of acknowledgement, the portrait swung open and Poppy stepped into the room. There was a fire blazing in the fireplace, giving the room a warm and homey feeling. Minerva sat in the rocking chair by the fire, her tartan shawl covering her slim shoulders and a half-peeled rose in her hand. Leaves and blue petals lay scattered on the floor surrounding the chair , while about 20 green stalks lay on the table beside her. More fresh roses lay in her lap ,swathed with the emerald green robes Minerva had on then. Ignoring Poppy, Minerva carried on muttering in a monotone, " He loves me, He loves me not, He loves me, He loves me not, He loves me, He loves me not." Peeling the petals of the rose and scattering them onto the ground.
As the last petal fluttered to the ground, she ended the mantra with a, "He loves Me." Staring at the bald stalk in her hand, she repeated that line over again, "He loves Me .He loves Me. He loves Me. He loves Me." Then, as thought someone switched the channels of the television, disbelief clouded her eyes and her eyes took on a burning raging look . She yelled, " LIAR! He doesn't love me. I'm his best friend, his colleague, he won't love me." With that she grabbed another rose and started to peel the petals again, reciting the mantra again.
Poppy couldn't take it any longer. She swept towards Minerva and yanked the rose out of her hand saying, " Min, this won't do. Get a hold of yourself. How do you know he doesn't love you? Where's that Gryffindor courage , show a little of it will you? He loves you, Min, He L-O-V-E-S you! He bloody LOVES YOU!!!!" Minerva stared at Poppy and caught Poppy hand, saying beseechingly, " Poppy, Poppy, what did you just say? Poppy, he.he.no..he doesn't .how can it be..I'm dreaming ..i must be..no ,Poppy..he doesn't love me..I'm nothing but a friend.platonic relationship..that's all...no..no..he ..he.doesn't.does ..does he?"
Poppy replied in a gentle and motherly tone, "He does, my dear. He loves you. Can you not see it? You have not come to dinner for the past week and he worries. He sits in his chair, looking longingly at the doors, for you to walk in, but you don't. He sends your meal unfailingly to your rooms. He sits in his room when it isn't mealtime, doing the same thing that you do, shredding my roses..Min, he's in love with you but he doesn't dare to tell you, he doesn't want to lose you. Like yourself, if he can't have your love, he still wants and needs your friendship. But since you can give it to him and want him, then tell him , Min. Let him, know, show him..before it's too late." Min listened to Poppy's heartfelt advice in silence. For a few minutes, she didn't say anything. She just thought. She thought about Albus, his twinkling blue eyes and how they often mesmerized her and just..just seem to suck her in. Each day, she felt herself growing to know him more and love him. She tried to stop but she couldn't. It was as though it was her destiny. She loved him and knew that she always would. She faced Poppy bravely and gave her surprised friend a sudden embrace. " Thank you Poppy, you were right. I do love him and I will tell him so." Poppy beamed as she returned the embrace and wondered silently to herself, ' I wonder how Severus is doing?' ....
- Roses and REVIEWS, sugar and pie..These are the few of my favourite things.whenever I'm scared, I remember these things and suddenly all the scary things aren't so bad..SO PLEASE..? Do me a teeny favour and review!!!! =) -
Seeing that obstinate look on his lover's face, he hurriedly finished his speech before she could interrupt, "But I agree with you, my love. I think the both of them need a little push, don't you think?" A mischievous gleam came into Poppy's eyes as she replied, "Yes, a little push.I have just the plan." Severus leaned towards her grinning,as she whispered the plan in to his ears.....
The next day, Poppy walked briskly heading in the direction of Minerva's rooms. In a few minutes, she stood in front of the portrait hanging in front of the door. The picture inside was a little cherub wearing tartan robes and carrying a broken heart in it's arms. She grinned to herself at Minerva's choice of the portrait, yet at the same time, more confident of her plan than ever. Upoun seeing her, the little cherub squeaked, "Password please!" She closed her eyes and tried to remember the password. 'What was it again? Desirable..? Heart's ease? Fufillment? Ahh.Unfufilled heart's desires..that was it.' In her loud tone, she spoke to the portrait , " Unfufilled heart's desires!"
With a squeal of acknowledgement, the portrait swung open and Poppy stepped into the room. There was a fire blazing in the fireplace, giving the room a warm and homey feeling. Minerva sat in the rocking chair by the fire, her tartan shawl covering her slim shoulders and a half-peeled rose in her hand. Leaves and blue petals lay scattered on the floor surrounding the chair , while about 20 green stalks lay on the table beside her. More fresh roses lay in her lap ,swathed with the emerald green robes Minerva had on then. Ignoring Poppy, Minerva carried on muttering in a monotone, " He loves me, He loves me not, He loves me, He loves me not, He loves me, He loves me not." Peeling the petals of the rose and scattering them onto the ground.
As the last petal fluttered to the ground, she ended the mantra with a, "He loves Me." Staring at the bald stalk in her hand, she repeated that line over again, "He loves Me .He loves Me. He loves Me. He loves Me." Then, as thought someone switched the channels of the television, disbelief clouded her eyes and her eyes took on a burning raging look . She yelled, " LIAR! He doesn't love me. I'm his best friend, his colleague, he won't love me." With that she grabbed another rose and started to peel the petals again, reciting the mantra again.
Poppy couldn't take it any longer. She swept towards Minerva and yanked the rose out of her hand saying, " Min, this won't do. Get a hold of yourself. How do you know he doesn't love you? Where's that Gryffindor courage , show a little of it will you? He loves you, Min, He L-O-V-E-S you! He bloody LOVES YOU!!!!" Minerva stared at Poppy and caught Poppy hand, saying beseechingly, " Poppy, Poppy, what did you just say? Poppy, he.he.no..he doesn't .how can it be..I'm dreaming ..i must be..no ,Poppy..he doesn't love me..I'm nothing but a friend.platonic relationship..that's all...no..no..he ..he.doesn't.does ..does he?"
Poppy replied in a gentle and motherly tone, "He does, my dear. He loves you. Can you not see it? You have not come to dinner for the past week and he worries. He sits in his chair, looking longingly at the doors, for you to walk in, but you don't. He sends your meal unfailingly to your rooms. He sits in his room when it isn't mealtime, doing the same thing that you do, shredding my roses..Min, he's in love with you but he doesn't dare to tell you, he doesn't want to lose you. Like yourself, if he can't have your love, he still wants and needs your friendship. But since you can give it to him and want him, then tell him , Min. Let him, know, show him..before it's too late." Min listened to Poppy's heartfelt advice in silence. For a few minutes, she didn't say anything. She just thought. She thought about Albus, his twinkling blue eyes and how they often mesmerized her and just..just seem to suck her in. Each day, she felt herself growing to know him more and love him. She tried to stop but she couldn't. It was as though it was her destiny. She loved him and knew that she always would. She faced Poppy bravely and gave her surprised friend a sudden embrace. " Thank you Poppy, you were right. I do love him and I will tell him so." Poppy beamed as she returned the embrace and wondered silently to herself, ' I wonder how Severus is doing?' ....
- Roses and REVIEWS, sugar and pie..These are the few of my favourite things.whenever I'm scared, I remember these things and suddenly all the scary things aren't so bad..SO PLEASE..? Do me a teeny favour and review!!!! =) -