Post by jazzyjess on Nov 27, 2011 17:27:28 GMT -8
Title: Minerva McGonagall and the Curse of the Obsessive Prefect Part 2
Rating: G
Word Count: 289
Warnings:
Summary: Minerva McGonagall is cursed... by an obsessive prefect!
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There was nothing quite like flying. Minerva loved the feel of the wind breathing through her hair, the rush of a sheer vertical plummet, the freedom of rising into an endless sky. If only she could spend her life on a broomstick, she was certain that she’d never be happier.
And this was the best time to fly. In her third year, she discovered that if she rose early enough, she’d have the entire pitch – the entire world – all to herself for at least an hour. Without the extra time on her broom, there was no way she’d have made the Quidditch team at all, let alone become captain!
Tryouts would be starting soon for the team, she mused as, stomach rumbling, she planted both feet solidly on the ground. She’d managed to talk the headmaster into the first special use of the pitch when she overheard in the Great Hall that Slytherin would be starting their tryouts the next week – and no way was she about to let them get a head start!
Guiltily, she gripped her broom in one hand and headed back toward the castle. No one would question the captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch team, not with her four-year streak of winning the Quidditch cup, but she knew that Professor Dippet would not be impressed should she be caught.
But there – someone – Minerva narrowed her eyes and said sharply, “What are you doing out here, Riddle? Students aren’t to be wandering the grounds at this time.” With any luck, she thought, he’d assume that her Head Girl duties gave her special permission to be here – and that he wouldn’t run tattling. Gryffindor couldn’t afford to be losing points before the school year even really started!
Rating: G
Word Count: 289
Warnings:
Summary: Minerva McGonagall is cursed... by an obsessive prefect!
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There was nothing quite like flying. Minerva loved the feel of the wind breathing through her hair, the rush of a sheer vertical plummet, the freedom of rising into an endless sky. If only she could spend her life on a broomstick, she was certain that she’d never be happier.
And this was the best time to fly. In her third year, she discovered that if she rose early enough, she’d have the entire pitch – the entire world – all to herself for at least an hour. Without the extra time on her broom, there was no way she’d have made the Quidditch team at all, let alone become captain!
Tryouts would be starting soon for the team, she mused as, stomach rumbling, she planted both feet solidly on the ground. She’d managed to talk the headmaster into the first special use of the pitch when she overheard in the Great Hall that Slytherin would be starting their tryouts the next week – and no way was she about to let them get a head start!
Guiltily, she gripped her broom in one hand and headed back toward the castle. No one would question the captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch team, not with her four-year streak of winning the Quidditch cup, but she knew that Professor Dippet would not be impressed should she be caught.
But there – someone – Minerva narrowed her eyes and said sharply, “What are you doing out here, Riddle? Students aren’t to be wandering the grounds at this time.” With any luck, she thought, he’d assume that her Head Girl duties gave her special permission to be here – and that he wouldn’t run tattling. Gryffindor couldn’t afford to be losing points before the school year even really started!
