Post by Rachael on Nov 26, 2011 16:50:02 GMT -8
Title: Minerva McGonagall and the Curse of the Obsessive Prefect Part 1
Rating: G
Word Count: 296
Warnings: Stalker-esque behaviour?
Summary: Well...the title says it all. Lmao.
It was by pure chance that I saw her that morning, sneaking out to the Quidditch pitch before the rest of the school was even awake...or perhaps it was more than chance. Either way, I could not help but follow some distance behind her, my eyes fixated on the way her Quidditch robes conformed to her slender figure, the way she gripped her broom, the way the fingers of the wind carded through her sleek black tresses. I longed for those fingers to be mine as we reached our destination and she mounted her broom.
Goddess.
Beautiful.
Perfect.
She was all of those things and so much more as her broom shot in to the air. She was poetry in motion. I delighted in watching her, shrouded in shadow. My breath caught in my throat, my heart pounded against my ribcage as she swerved and barrel-rolled and cork-screwed while diving towards the ground, hundreds of feet below her, an exhilarated expression on her face the likes I have never seen in my six years at Hogwarts.
At the last second, she pulled out of her dive, her boot-clad toes just skimming the grass, which quivered at her touch. My breath escaped me in a rush, so relieved I was that she had not come to harm while performing such a reckless stunt. Without slowing her broom, she dismounted and landed in a run, before she jogged to a stop. A happy laugh escaping her mouth, she jogged off the pitch, heading back to the school so she would not get caught. It took several moments to realize she was jogging in my direction.
I tried to backpedal further in to the shadow, but I was too late. Minerva’s green eyes latched on to me, and narrowed.
Rating: G
Word Count: 296
Warnings: Stalker-esque behaviour?
Summary: Well...the title says it all. Lmao.
It was by pure chance that I saw her that morning, sneaking out to the Quidditch pitch before the rest of the school was even awake...or perhaps it was more than chance. Either way, I could not help but follow some distance behind her, my eyes fixated on the way her Quidditch robes conformed to her slender figure, the way she gripped her broom, the way the fingers of the wind carded through her sleek black tresses. I longed for those fingers to be mine as we reached our destination and she mounted her broom.
Goddess.
Beautiful.
Perfect.
She was all of those things and so much more as her broom shot in to the air. She was poetry in motion. I delighted in watching her, shrouded in shadow. My breath caught in my throat, my heart pounded against my ribcage as she swerved and barrel-rolled and cork-screwed while diving towards the ground, hundreds of feet below her, an exhilarated expression on her face the likes I have never seen in my six years at Hogwarts.
At the last second, she pulled out of her dive, her boot-clad toes just skimming the grass, which quivered at her touch. My breath escaped me in a rush, so relieved I was that she had not come to harm while performing such a reckless stunt. Without slowing her broom, she dismounted and landed in a run, before she jogged to a stop. A happy laugh escaping her mouth, she jogged off the pitch, heading back to the school so she would not get caught. It took several moments to realize she was jogging in my direction.
I tried to backpedal further in to the shadow, but I was too late. Minerva’s green eyes latched on to me, and narrowed.
