[ FanFiction ] Harry Potter -- I smell a rat
Title: I smell a rat
Summary: Minerva is in a foul mood
Characters/Pairings: Minerva McGonagall / Septima Vector
Genre: Fluff
Beta: None
Rating/Warnings: G. None
Medium: Ficlet
Word Count: 499
Written for the HiH Femmeslashers Club’s Novel Pairing Creative Challenge at hih_greathall. Maximum 500 words.
Prompt: Sharing secrets
No one could sigh like Minerva grading papers. Placing her quill in the ink bottle, she removed her glasses and leaned back in her seat.
“My students are morons,” she sighed again and closed her eyes, rubbing the bridge of her nose.
“Mhm,” Septima didn’t look up from her book.
“I mean it,” Minerva looked over at her and frowned. “Half of them think Hallowaggles Non Uniform Animation Theory has to do with making ties spin.”
“Mhm,” Septima nodded her head but still didn’t look up from her book.
Minerva’s frown turned into a scowl.
“Are you even listening to me?” She demanded, her lips thinning.
“Of course I am love,” Septima finally looked up. “I was making attentive noises.”
“Attentive noises?” Minerva huffed. “What am I, a child? I don’t need your validation.” Her voice as sharp as her nose, she returned to her papers with great resolution.
“Alright then,” Septima shrugged and flipped the page in her book.
“That’s it?” Minerva turned to her again. “That’s all you’ve got to say?”
Setting her book down on the coffee table with care, Septima looked up at her.
“Okay, what’s going on?” She asked, coking a brow.
Minerva’s brow furrowed, then her gaze flickered and she turned back to her desk.
“Minerva.” Septima got to her feet and walked to the mahogany writing desk. Her robes folded around her legs as she sat down on the corner and crossed her legs.
“What?” Minerva didn’t look up but her gaze flickered sideways for a split second.
“Tell me,” Septima’s voice was as soft and calm as always and she placed a hand beside her on the desk, leaning closer.
“There’s nothing to tell. You’re over analyzing everything as usual.” With firm, practiced strokes of her quill she started to inform a Mr. Weasley of the proper use of grammar.
“Mhm.”
“Would you stop doing that!” A red blotch of ink appeared and grew on Mr. Weasley’s parchment as she jerked, slammed her quill down and then rose to her feet.
“Certainly,” Septima nodded. “When you tell me what’s bothering you.”
“It’s nothing,” Minerva muttered and walked around the desk, up to her book shelf.
Septima turned, watching her from her position on the desk. She didn’t speak and after a few moments, Minerva started to squirm.
“I…” She rested her hand on the shelf and sighed, bowing her head. “I ate Creevey’s rat.”
“What?” Septima blinked.
“I said I ate Creevey’s rat!” Minerva twirled around, her lips pursed and thin. They got even thinner as Septima bent over laughing. “This amuses you? I have to buy the boy a few familiar.”
“Y-you going to t-tell him you a-a-ate his old one?” Septima managed to gasp out between fits of laughter.
“Cats get hungry.” With blazing eyes she crossed her arms over her chest.
“Mmm, come here kitty,” Septima chuckled, holding out her hand.
“I’m never telling you anything again,” Minerva informed her, but after a few moments of hesitation, obliged.
Summary: Minerva is in a foul mood
Characters/Pairings: Minerva McGonagall / Septima Vector
Genre: Fluff
Beta: None
Rating/Warnings: G. None
Medium: Ficlet
Word Count: 499
Written for the HiH Femmeslashers Club’s Novel Pairing Creative Challenge at hih_greathall. Maximum 500 words.
Prompt: Sharing secrets
No one could sigh like Minerva grading papers. Placing her quill in the ink bottle, she removed her glasses and leaned back in her seat.
“My students are morons,” she sighed again and closed her eyes, rubbing the bridge of her nose.
“Mhm,” Septima didn’t look up from her book.
“I mean it,” Minerva looked over at her and frowned. “Half of them think Hallowaggles Non Uniform Animation Theory has to do with making ties spin.”
“Mhm,” Septima nodded her head but still didn’t look up from her book.
Minerva’s frown turned into a scowl.
“Are you even listening to me?” She demanded, her lips thinning.
“Of course I am love,” Septima finally looked up. “I was making attentive noises.”
“Attentive noises?” Minerva huffed. “What am I, a child? I don’t need your validation.” Her voice as sharp as her nose, she returned to her papers with great resolution.
“Alright then,” Septima shrugged and flipped the page in her book.
“That’s it?” Minerva turned to her again. “That’s all you’ve got to say?”
Setting her book down on the coffee table with care, Septima looked up at her.
“Okay, what’s going on?” She asked, coking a brow.
Minerva’s brow furrowed, then her gaze flickered and she turned back to her desk.
“Minerva.” Septima got to her feet and walked to the mahogany writing desk. Her robes folded around her legs as she sat down on the corner and crossed her legs.
“What?” Minerva didn’t look up but her gaze flickered sideways for a split second.
“Tell me,” Septima’s voice was as soft and calm as always and she placed a hand beside her on the desk, leaning closer.
“There’s nothing to tell. You’re over analyzing everything as usual.” With firm, practiced strokes of her quill she started to inform a Mr. Weasley of the proper use of grammar.
“Mhm.”
“Would you stop doing that!” A red blotch of ink appeared and grew on Mr. Weasley’s parchment as she jerked, slammed her quill down and then rose to her feet.
“Certainly,” Septima nodded. “When you tell me what’s bothering you.”
“It’s nothing,” Minerva muttered and walked around the desk, up to her book shelf.
Septima turned, watching her from her position on the desk. She didn’t speak and after a few moments, Minerva started to squirm.
“I…” She rested her hand on the shelf and sighed, bowing her head. “I ate Creevey’s rat.”
“What?” Septima blinked.
“I said I ate Creevey’s rat!” Minerva twirled around, her lips pursed and thin. They got even thinner as Septima bent over laughing. “This amuses you? I have to buy the boy a few familiar.”
“Y-you going to t-tell him you a-a-ate his old one?” Septima managed to gasp out between fits of laughter.
“Cats get hungry.” With blazing eyes she crossed her arms over her chest.
“Mmm, come here kitty,” Septima chuckled, holding out her hand.
“I’m never telling you anything again,” Minerva informed her, but after a few moments of hesitation, obliged.