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OSUSprinks: Plot bunnies do tend to hit me, but I'm so hard-headed that they usually just bounced right off... I think I need some plot bunny glue...
Moona Peruna: If you think this is random...wait...it is...I was going to put in a shameless plug for another one of my stories, but I don't think I have another story that is this random...hmm...Any luck finding those envelopes for Albus?
This story is definitely a work in progress. I am not even sure how old I want Min and Alby to be...at the moment I am kinda thinking they are somewhat younger than present day versions. We shall see though...
Again, I own nothing...
The night would have been a dark one had it not been for the abundance of street lamps along the pavement. Most of the residents in this section of London were asleep, relaxing to the sounds of the wind whispering through the trees in a nearby park, and despite the sounds of the occasional car traveling on its way to a night club. However, sleep was not in the cards for one nocturnal feline.
Slinking out of the bed covers, a gray striped tabby cat makes her way across the room. Nosing open the bedroom door she pokes her head out cautiously. Emerald gaze not finding anything threatening she darts across the living room floor making her way to a cream colored sofa. Flattening herself out she crawls underneath it and pushes aside the fabric lining the bottom, raising up on her hind legs to do so. Jumping inside the lining, she uses her forepaws to push a bundle out from inside the sofa. Dragging it out into the middle of the living room she opens it.
Waking up to sunlight blasting through the curtains Minerva groans. "I am not now nor will I ever be a morning person." She muttered. Rolling over she paused as she felt something tugging at her hair. Sitting up she pulled her hair over one shoulder and blinked at the sight before her. Covering her hair were bits of white paper. Standing up she tried to shake the bits loose, but to no avail. Deciding that she would need a brush and a possible shower to get the bits out she turned towards her bathroom door. It was then that she realized she wasn't in her bedroom. "How in the blazes did I get out here?" She wondered aloud.
"I'm not sure my dear, but I must say that those pajamas are quite charming." An amused voice said behind her. Jumping almost out of her skin Minerva turned to glare at Albus.
"A gentleman wouldn't be looking at my nightgown you know."
"This is true, however, I couldn't help but stop and admire the sparkling sight before me. The sunlight is quite flattering on you." Albus mused.
"Blasted sun." Minerva muttered. Cursing the sun under her breath Minerva began walking toward her bedroom door only to be stopped as her foot stuck to the floor. "What now?" she exclaimed. Glancing down she saw that her foot was trapped by a piece of the white paper that was presumably the same as the bits in her hair. Bending over and pulling it off of her foot, she picked up the offending item and crumpled it into a ball. Noticing that Albus was still in the doorway and trying to hide his laughter she threw the ball at him. "Why don't you get ready to leave? We have a meeting to get to."
"I'd say that I am closer to being ready than you are my dear." He pointed out. "After all, I have already dressed and showered."
"Well then since you are so far ahead of me you can clean up some of this mess while you are waiting." Minerva smirked triumphantly. Waltzing past him into her own room she shut the door on a grumbling headmaster. "No magic now." She said as she saw his eyes light up. Laughing to herself she made her way to her dresser to choose an outfit.
Glaring at the closed door Albus made his way over to the desk. "I wonder what she was doing out here this morning. She obviously slept out here for part of the night. I have no idea why though." He thought. Deciding that the paper bits on the floor should be her mess to clean up Albus tackled the desk. By the time Minerva had gotten showered and dressed Albus had made quite a dent on the mountain that graced the top of the desk. Walking into the living room Minerva stopped in her tracks as she saw the lack of mess on the desk.
"You actually organized?" she exclaimed.
"Lets just say that drawers are one of my favorite inventions." He said smiling.
"In other words, no, you didn't actually organize." She said dryly.
"Define the word organize." Deciding that a change of subject was needed, he pointed to the mess on the floor. "What happened there?" he asked. Glancing down near the sofa Minerva tilted her head in thought.
"I haven't a clue." Staring at it for a moment longer, she looked over at Albus "Speaking of not having a clue, did you find what you hadn't lost last night?"
"No I didn't find those cursed envelopes." Albus grimaced.
"Ah ha! So you did lose something. I knew it!" Gloating in her victory Minerva cast an eye over the desk. "Envelopes did you say?"
"Mm-hmm." He murmured. Frowning momentarily as something tickled at the back of her mind, Minerva shook her head and smiled.
"What is with this smiling so much?" thought Albus
"Well, we better be getting on our way, we wouldn't want to be late for our meeting!."
Mwaha! note to self; work on evil laugh
So, what do you think? Are the in character, or out of character? What is this meeting about? Will it lend any clues as to why they are in the muggle world? Will the title stay the same? Will Albus ever find his envelopes? Will Minerva stop smiling? Will I post another chapter?
Stay tuned!
TabbyKit
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