Just a really short one-shot.
This was just some kind of silly challenge; I was aliyopewa 5 words (winter, to fly, frosting, comfortable, harassment) and was supposed to make a MMADness story out of them. So here we go, hope wewe enjoy it, set during Minerva’s 7th mwaka at Hogwarts :D
Snowball Fight
Winter had come early this mwaka and thus the grounds of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry were covered in white in the early days of November. Minerva McGonagall always liked the cold days of the mwaka since in the highlands of Scotland it rarely got very hot. She liked the way threes and houses where covered in light powder and how it would reflect the sun on a clear day. Unsatisfying enough the sun didn’t onyesha its face on the siku she decided to visit Hogsmeade. Accompanied kwa her best Marafiki Filius Flitwick and Augusta Longbottom she left the warmth of the ngome and was met kwa a snow storm of some sorts.
“Are wewe sure wewe need to go to Hogsmeade today… as in now?” Filius wanted to know. Unlike his Gryffindor friend the tiny Ravenclaw head boy disliked the cold.
“Indeed I am. I’ve got to get krisimasi presents.” Minerva pointed out as they stepped outside.
“It’s not like krisimasi is tomorrow…” Augusta stated who didn’t look all too fond of the idea of getting all wet and cold herself. Minerva meant to make a maoni but didn’t get a chance since she was hit kwa a snowball that very second. Annoyed she spun around.
“Sorry, Min, didn’t see wewe there, thought wewe were someone else!” Through the heavy snowfall they recognized Alastor Moody, a fifth mwaka Gryffindor who had always enjoyed hitting on the head girl. He grinned at her. “Care for a snowball fight?”
“Minerva! Not ‘Min’ au ‘Headgirly’ au … ‘Kitty’!” Filius and Augusta made an effort not to laugh at that particular nickname. “It’s just Minerva, Moody!” She snarled at him for like the hundredth time this week. “And no I don’t care for a snowball fight. How old are you, five?”
“What’s life without a bit of fun?” He reached down to the ground to form another snowball.
“We’re gonna go to Hogsmeade now.” Minerva stated decisively but just then another snowball flew in her direction. She ducked just in time to avoid Augusta’s attack.
“You don’t have to go all the way to Hogsmeade to enjoy the cold.” The other Gryffindor girl pointed out exposing her only motivation for this trip. “You can get all cold and wet right here and it’s gonna be a lot zaidi fun.” Before they knew it they were all caught up in a fierce fight. Soon zaidi and zaidi people joined the match and the grounds turned into a battleground. Holidays were still far away but the thought of returning to their lessons the inayofuata siku crossed nobody’s mind at that point. At least not until Minerva happened to throw a snowball at another arriving person and that person tuned out to be a teacher.
“Oh Merlin! I am so sorry, Sir!” The head girl exclaimed blushing furiously as she faced Albus Dumbledore. The teacher couldn’t help but grin at her flushed face as he shook the snow from his long red hair. And what hair he had indeed. Minerva was so taken kwa his appearance that another snowball that hit her caused her to lose her balance. She fell mbele into the deep snow unable to stop it. Throwing a snowball at a teacher obviously hadn’t been embarrassing enough at that point. Her face turned even redder if that was still possible as she turned onto her back.
“Are wewe quite alright my dear?” She looked up to see Albus smiling down on her.
“Fine.” She replied unable to think of a zaidi intelligent response.
“Well are wewe just going to lay there?” He wondered amused as she didn’t make any effort to get up.
“I guess I might.” She answered hoping that he would just leave her alone because she couldn’t help but notice how wonderful the snowflakes looked in his hair. She’d probably make even zaidi of a fool of herself if he stayed much longer. She realized that it was highly impropriate to think of her teacher as she did most of the time but after all she was an adult. She was in her final mwaka at Hogwarts, a highly celebrated model student though straightforward and self-confident as she was most of the time. But with Dumbledore there was no such thing as straightforward au self-confident. She was hopelessly in upendo with her far older transfigurations teacher and there was nothing she could do about it, one way au another. She had tied dating Moody once hoping it would distract her from her obsession but it turned out dreadfully.
Minerva wasn’t sure if her mind was playing tricks on her au if she had frosting on her glasses that affected her vision but just like that Dumbledore lay down inayofuata to her. She was too irritated so say anything as he stated:
“Quite a fascinating perspective.” He looked up at the sky and watched the snowflakes make their way down from the heavens. She looked up as well but was hardly able to appreciate the indeed fascinating spectacle because her moyo had picked up speed. Though her robes where soaked from the snow and the wind was biting cold she felt hot all the same. Her TEACHER was laying just a few inches away from her and the most inappropriate of thoughts came to her mind. She closed her eyes trying to block out these thoughts since she knew for a fact that Dumbledore was zaidi than capable of Legemency. She wasn’t sure though if he would use it on a student… if he would ever think about using it on her. She most certainly wouldn’t mind if he would use … She felt like hitting her head against something but there was nothing but snow and one particular wizard in her reach. It was frustrating to say the least. If she hadn’t been that caught up in her thoughts she might have noticed that Albus was watching with great amusement how these thought displayed on her face in the most interesting ways.
“Are wewe cold Ms. McGonagall?” He asked smiling. “You look… wet.”
“I’m fine Sir.” She answered blushing again.
“If you’re not careful wewe might catch a cold.” He stated and she could have sworn that he winked at her. She blamed her imagination and wishful thinking. So she was caught completely of guard when he put his arm around her to pull her closer. In shock at first it took her a sekunde to realize what was happening: She was dreaming. At least she was convinced that she was. So she leaned into his embrace ignoring all reservations and that annoying voice in her head telling her she was fucking up everything. She felt herself relax when she lay her head down on her should and wrapped her arm around his waist. She felt comfortable immediately as if it had always been this way.
“Are wewe sure this isn’t sexual harassment, Sir?”
“I won’t tell anyone if wewe don’t.”
The snowball fight around them had ceased long ago.
Hope wewe enjoyed it, leave a review if wewe did, sorry about any grammar au spelling mistakes, I’m not a native speaker ;)
This was just some kind of silly challenge; I was aliyopewa 5 words (winter, to fly, frosting, comfortable, harassment) and was supposed to make a MMADness story out of them. So here we go, hope wewe enjoy it, set during Minerva’s 7th mwaka at Hogwarts :D
Snowball Fight
Winter had come early this mwaka and thus the grounds of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry were covered in white in the early days of November. Minerva McGonagall always liked the cold days of the mwaka since in the highlands of Scotland it rarely got very hot. She liked the way threes and houses where covered in light powder and how it would reflect the sun on a clear day. Unsatisfying enough the sun didn’t onyesha its face on the siku she decided to visit Hogsmeade. Accompanied kwa her best Marafiki Filius Flitwick and Augusta Longbottom she left the warmth of the ngome and was met kwa a snow storm of some sorts.
“Are wewe sure wewe need to go to Hogsmeade today… as in now?” Filius wanted to know. Unlike his Gryffindor friend the tiny Ravenclaw head boy disliked the cold.
“Indeed I am. I’ve got to get krisimasi presents.” Minerva pointed out as they stepped outside.
“It’s not like krisimasi is tomorrow…” Augusta stated who didn’t look all too fond of the idea of getting all wet and cold herself. Minerva meant to make a maoni but didn’t get a chance since she was hit kwa a snowball that very second. Annoyed she spun around.
“Sorry, Min, didn’t see wewe there, thought wewe were someone else!” Through the heavy snowfall they recognized Alastor Moody, a fifth mwaka Gryffindor who had always enjoyed hitting on the head girl. He grinned at her. “Care for a snowball fight?”
“Minerva! Not ‘Min’ au ‘Headgirly’ au … ‘Kitty’!” Filius and Augusta made an effort not to laugh at that particular nickname. “It’s just Minerva, Moody!” She snarled at him for like the hundredth time this week. “And no I don’t care for a snowball fight. How old are you, five?”
“What’s life without a bit of fun?” He reached down to the ground to form another snowball.
“We’re gonna go to Hogsmeade now.” Minerva stated decisively but just then another snowball flew in her direction. She ducked just in time to avoid Augusta’s attack.
“You don’t have to go all the way to Hogsmeade to enjoy the cold.” The other Gryffindor girl pointed out exposing her only motivation for this trip. “You can get all cold and wet right here and it’s gonna be a lot zaidi fun.” Before they knew it they were all caught up in a fierce fight. Soon zaidi and zaidi people joined the match and the grounds turned into a battleground. Holidays were still far away but the thought of returning to their lessons the inayofuata siku crossed nobody’s mind at that point. At least not until Minerva happened to throw a snowball at another arriving person and that person tuned out to be a teacher.
“Oh Merlin! I am so sorry, Sir!” The head girl exclaimed blushing furiously as she faced Albus Dumbledore. The teacher couldn’t help but grin at her flushed face as he shook the snow from his long red hair. And what hair he had indeed. Minerva was so taken kwa his appearance that another snowball that hit her caused her to lose her balance. She fell mbele into the deep snow unable to stop it. Throwing a snowball at a teacher obviously hadn’t been embarrassing enough at that point. Her face turned even redder if that was still possible as she turned onto her back.
“Are wewe quite alright my dear?” She looked up to see Albus smiling down on her.
“Fine.” She replied unable to think of a zaidi intelligent response.
“Well are wewe just going to lay there?” He wondered amused as she didn’t make any effort to get up.
“I guess I might.” She answered hoping that he would just leave her alone because she couldn’t help but notice how wonderful the snowflakes looked in his hair. She’d probably make even zaidi of a fool of herself if he stayed much longer. She realized that it was highly impropriate to think of her teacher as she did most of the time but after all she was an adult. She was in her final mwaka at Hogwarts, a highly celebrated model student though straightforward and self-confident as she was most of the time. But with Dumbledore there was no such thing as straightforward au self-confident. She was hopelessly in upendo with her far older transfigurations teacher and there was nothing she could do about it, one way au another. She had tied dating Moody once hoping it would distract her from her obsession but it turned out dreadfully.
Minerva wasn’t sure if her mind was playing tricks on her au if she had frosting on her glasses that affected her vision but just like that Dumbledore lay down inayofuata to her. She was too irritated so say anything as he stated:
“Quite a fascinating perspective.” He looked up at the sky and watched the snowflakes make their way down from the heavens. She looked up as well but was hardly able to appreciate the indeed fascinating spectacle because her moyo had picked up speed. Though her robes where soaked from the snow and the wind was biting cold she felt hot all the same. Her TEACHER was laying just a few inches away from her and the most inappropriate of thoughts came to her mind. She closed her eyes trying to block out these thoughts since she knew for a fact that Dumbledore was zaidi than capable of Legemency. She wasn’t sure though if he would use it on a student… if he would ever think about using it on her. She most certainly wouldn’t mind if he would use … She felt like hitting her head against something but there was nothing but snow and one particular wizard in her reach. It was frustrating to say the least. If she hadn’t been that caught up in her thoughts she might have noticed that Albus was watching with great amusement how these thought displayed on her face in the most interesting ways.
“Are wewe cold Ms. McGonagall?” He asked smiling. “You look… wet.”
“I’m fine Sir.” She answered blushing again.
“If you’re not careful wewe might catch a cold.” He stated and she could have sworn that he winked at her. She blamed her imagination and wishful thinking. So she was caught completely of guard when he put his arm around her to pull her closer. In shock at first it took her a sekunde to realize what was happening: She was dreaming. At least she was convinced that she was. So she leaned into his embrace ignoring all reservations and that annoying voice in her head telling her she was fucking up everything. She felt herself relax when she lay her head down on her should and wrapped her arm around his waist. She felt comfortable immediately as if it had always been this way.
“Are wewe sure this isn’t sexual harassment, Sir?”
“I won’t tell anyone if wewe don’t.”
The snowball fight around them had ceased long ago.
Hope wewe enjoyed it, leave a review if wewe did, sorry about any grammar au spelling mistakes, I’m not a native speaker ;)
