Post by Rachael on Nov 27, 2011 18:08:23 GMT -8
Title: Minerva McGonagall and the Curse of the Obsessive Prefect Part 5
Rating: G
Word Count: 299
Warnings: None
Summary: Well...the title gives it away. Lol
I was mesmerised, listening to her terrify the numerous students with the threat of more rigorous testing. It was positively wicked of her....I adored that quality. With every moment I watched, she became more intoxicatingly, devastatingly beautiful. I would make her mine, for who else could ever be worthy of her? Only I would have the privilege of being the man who captured her heart. I would make sure of it!
An explosion of rage surged within me when I noticed that Rita girl laying her hand on Minerva’s arm. My hands balled in to fists, arms shaking as my fists clenching hard enough to have crumbled a Snitch to dust. My eyes focused on the contraction of the girl’s fingers, suggesting that her grip had tightened suddenly. I glanced at Minerva’s face, noting she was staring at me, her elegant brows knitting together, her eyes widening. I was startled when my ankles heated up.
Looking down, I leapt back immediately. Like a fool, I had lost control of my emotions, resulting in the instantaneous combustion of the grass at my feet. Flushing scarlet with mortification, I immediately extinguished the flames, mended my robes, and healed my ankles. When I looked up, Minerva was approaching me, head tilted against the wind, her locks flying behind her. “You destroyed the Quidditch Pitch,” she growled in that delectable accent.
“I can make it up to you,” I answered calmly, holding my head high, proud of my birthright.
“How? By trying-out for Slytherin’s Quidditch team and getting pummelled in to the ground by their Gorillas – uh...beaters?!” Minerva barked, her words laced with sarcasm.
“Precisely,” I replied, refraining from seeming to eager to jump at the chance.
“I can’t wait to see that,” Minerva snapped coldly, striding away arrogantly. Merlin, what a woman!
Rating: G
Word Count: 299
Warnings: None
Summary: Well...the title gives it away. Lol
I was mesmerised, listening to her terrify the numerous students with the threat of more rigorous testing. It was positively wicked of her....I adored that quality. With every moment I watched, she became more intoxicatingly, devastatingly beautiful. I would make her mine, for who else could ever be worthy of her? Only I would have the privilege of being the man who captured her heart. I would make sure of it!
An explosion of rage surged within me when I noticed that Rita girl laying her hand on Minerva’s arm. My hands balled in to fists, arms shaking as my fists clenching hard enough to have crumbled a Snitch to dust. My eyes focused on the contraction of the girl’s fingers, suggesting that her grip had tightened suddenly. I glanced at Minerva’s face, noting she was staring at me, her elegant brows knitting together, her eyes widening. I was startled when my ankles heated up.
Looking down, I leapt back immediately. Like a fool, I had lost control of my emotions, resulting in the instantaneous combustion of the grass at my feet. Flushing scarlet with mortification, I immediately extinguished the flames, mended my robes, and healed my ankles. When I looked up, Minerva was approaching me, head tilted against the wind, her locks flying behind her. “You destroyed the Quidditch Pitch,” she growled in that delectable accent.
“I can make it up to you,” I answered calmly, holding my head high, proud of my birthright.
“How? By trying-out for Slytherin’s Quidditch team and getting pummelled in to the ground by their Gorillas – uh...beaters?!” Minerva barked, her words laced with sarcasm.
“Precisely,” I replied, refraining from seeming to eager to jump at the chance.
“I can’t wait to see that,” Minerva snapped coldly, striding away arrogantly. Merlin, what a woman!
