Post by mercifulheavens on Mar 23, 2009 1:13:33 GMT -5
Author’s Note—I do not own Harry Potter- (Sighs and thinks of the possibilities)-Well I do not.
This story therefore does not belong to me…
Reviews do though so…I would appreciate any I receive.
Most would not find the word, laughter, stressing or annoying. Yet, that morning, Professor McGonagall was finding it extremely stressing. On any other day, she would have given her resignation into the Headmaster, Albus Dumbledore, and taken the first train to Edinburgh. But today she had to suffer through the stressing situation she found herself in.
“Class!” She shouted for the fifth time. “Silence!” The volume of the laughter only increased and the taxed professor almost screamed in annoyance. From the first day she had begun teaching at Hogwarts, Professor McGonagall had never had a class not obey her. Usually, the fear of her wraith kept them in line. However, something seemed to have changed that as the roar of laughter and the sound the shouting children only escalated.
Once she had stared into a mirror and tried to find which facial expression caused the fear that every child had when they looked at her. She had been frightened herself by the infamous McGonagall glare and had almost vowed to soften it. But due to the fact that it worked tremendously when it came to discipline, she had never softened it. Now nothing she had done had caused the class to calm down.
Finally giving up, she sat at her desk and put her head in her hands. Suddenly it was silent. Professor McGonagall felt something touch her arm and she lifted her head up from the desk.
The class was completely orderly and silent. Her mouth almost fell open.
“Are you all right, Professor?” asked an older Hufflepuff student, whose name she could not place. She shook her head and rose from her desk.
“I am fine.”
“When we came in for class, you were asleep at your desk.”
“I assure you I am fine. Now take your seats.”
It was apparent that she had fallen asleep at her desk and had dreamed her whole problem. Minerva had never felt so incompetent in her life.
Finally the last class for that day filtered out through the door and the Transfigurations Professor was left alone with her worries and fears. She paced the large classroom diligently for an hour before sighing and returning to her desk.
“Minerva!” The said teacher looked up from her desk with tired eyes. Professor Dumbledore strode into the classroom. “Have you been here for the past hour?”
It was a question, but since the answer was fairly obvious, Professor McGonagall let it hang.
“Are you feeling all right?” he asked gently. She could almost see her friend’s kind smile, even though her eyes were trained on the floor.
“No, Albus. I am not feeling all right.” Minerva went to stand but a wave of dizziness passed over her and she remained seated.
“Your students said you weren’t yourself today. Flu?” Albus placed a cool hand against his deputy’s forehead.
“No, I do not have the flu. I fell asleep at my desk.” She said her statement as though it was a confession of murder and Albus noticed she even cringed as she said the distasteful words.
“Oh, is that all? I thought you were ill. Thank goodness!” Minerva’s mouth fell open and she gapped at Albus.
“But I…I…” She stammered.
“You need to eat a balanced supper and go straight to bed.” Albus forced his face into a mocking strict expression. “Is that understood…Mrs. Dumbledore?”
“Of course.” Minerva mumbled. “But only after I finish my grading.”
The resulting sigh was followed quickly by a passionate kiss and neither professor showed up for dinner. However, neither one had any difficulty sleeping that night…
Short…but sweet…reviews…(cowers as she glances at her reviews) no flames please…
This story therefore does not belong to me…
Reviews do though so…I would appreciate any I receive.
Waking Nightmare
Most would not find the word, laughter, stressing or annoying. Yet, that morning, Professor McGonagall was finding it extremely stressing. On any other day, she would have given her resignation into the Headmaster, Albus Dumbledore, and taken the first train to Edinburgh. But today she had to suffer through the stressing situation she found herself in.
“Class!” She shouted for the fifth time. “Silence!” The volume of the laughter only increased and the taxed professor almost screamed in annoyance. From the first day she had begun teaching at Hogwarts, Professor McGonagall had never had a class not obey her. Usually, the fear of her wraith kept them in line. However, something seemed to have changed that as the roar of laughter and the sound the shouting children only escalated.
Once she had stared into a mirror and tried to find which facial expression caused the fear that every child had when they looked at her. She had been frightened herself by the infamous McGonagall glare and had almost vowed to soften it. But due to the fact that it worked tremendously when it came to discipline, she had never softened it. Now nothing she had done had caused the class to calm down.
Finally giving up, she sat at her desk and put her head in her hands. Suddenly it was silent. Professor McGonagall felt something touch her arm and she lifted her head up from the desk.
The class was completely orderly and silent. Her mouth almost fell open.
“Are you all right, Professor?” asked an older Hufflepuff student, whose name she could not place. She shook her head and rose from her desk.
“I am fine.”
“When we came in for class, you were asleep at your desk.”
“I assure you I am fine. Now take your seats.”
It was apparent that she had fallen asleep at her desk and had dreamed her whole problem. Minerva had never felt so incompetent in her life.
Finally the last class for that day filtered out through the door and the Transfigurations Professor was left alone with her worries and fears. She paced the large classroom diligently for an hour before sighing and returning to her desk.
“Minerva!” The said teacher looked up from her desk with tired eyes. Professor Dumbledore strode into the classroom. “Have you been here for the past hour?”
It was a question, but since the answer was fairly obvious, Professor McGonagall let it hang.
“Are you feeling all right?” he asked gently. She could almost see her friend’s kind smile, even though her eyes were trained on the floor.
“No, Albus. I am not feeling all right.” Minerva went to stand but a wave of dizziness passed over her and she remained seated.
“Your students said you weren’t yourself today. Flu?” Albus placed a cool hand against his deputy’s forehead.
“No, I do not have the flu. I fell asleep at my desk.” She said her statement as though it was a confession of murder and Albus noticed she even cringed as she said the distasteful words.
“Oh, is that all? I thought you were ill. Thank goodness!” Minerva’s mouth fell open and she gapped at Albus.
“But I…I…” She stammered.
“You need to eat a balanced supper and go straight to bed.” Albus forced his face into a mocking strict expression. “Is that understood…Mrs. Dumbledore?”
“Of course.” Minerva mumbled. “But only after I finish my grading.”
The resulting sigh was followed quickly by a passionate kiss and neither professor showed up for dinner. However, neither one had any difficulty sleeping that night…
-Fin-
Short…but sweet…reviews…(cowers as she glances at her reviews) no flames please…
