Hello my fellow fanfiction friends! (I heart alliteration) I know it has been ages since I last uploaded another one shot and I have an announcement to make. (Ahem) This following one-shot is the last portion of One For The Ages…I shall continue to upload more one-shots but they will be individually labeled as such.
Ok…that's out of the way
This idea came to me a few days ago. I have been sick for a while and it was spring break. So, instead of sitting around doing nothing for four days, I decided to be productive and read Les Miserables by Victor Hugo. Unabridged. I had already read it but I love Victor Hugo and I came across a quote that is perfect for an Albus/Minerva story.
The quote from Les Miserables will be in italics.
The night enveloped the day as the sun's last rays dipped below the glassy surface of the lake, and the few tendrils of clouds were blown away by a light breeze. The moon was full and the stars were beacons—pulling the lost and forsaken into their embrace. Minerva McGonagall was one such lost soul. Lost not in despair but love. True and pure love that had never bloomed into the rose it could be. She didn't know the feelings of he whom she loved and she would never make the presumption that he would ever feel the same. The stars were beckoning her to leave her stuffy chambers and to walk into the garden in the cool moonlight. How curious to have walked to the exact spot he stood without noticing. Startled at his greeting, she snapped out of her fantasies and responded with a smile. The pair walked the length of the gardens before coming to the lake's edge. Looking towards the castle's silhouette against the harvest moon, the pair made small talk about student life, ginger tea, and lemon drops. An arm was offered and a hand was given. A compliment extended and taken with a blush and a no nonsense reply. The pair stopped, and two pairs of luminescent eyes gazed into each other's—the emerald and the royal unblinking. A soft whisper was said and answered with a sharp intake of breath and a rush of tears to the emerald eyes. How did it happen that their lips came together? How does it happen that birds sing, that snow melts, that the rose unfolds, that the dawn whitens behind the stark shapes of trees on the quivering summit of the hill? A kiss, and all was said.
Short… I know. I was experimenting with a different writing style. What do you think? Do tell…