RP: Isn't It Interesting?
Characters: Athena McGonagall and Charlie Weasley (NPC)
Location: Her bedroom.
Date: 11 June 2000
Status/Warning: Private
Summary: While in bed, Attie tells Charlie what her mother recently revealed to her.
Completion: Complete
Athena glanced up at the ceiling, smiling as Charlie played with her hair. It felt nice to just be with him, neither one of them on call for work, no needing to rush off. Small moments like these made all of the hard work she put into being an Auror worth it.
"I need to tell you something," she whispered, glancing over before kissing him lightly.
"Is that right?" He asked, his eyes half closed. She knew he had been close to nodding off, but now jut felt like the right time.
"My mum told me who my father is."
It was like someone had thrown him from the bed. He opened his eyes quickly and looked at her curiously, knowing not to ask anything, because she'd get to it.
"Well...rather...who she thinks he is." She grimaced a bit.
Charlie grinned. "Minnie doesn't know? Does that mean if I'd offered, I'd be with a different McGonagall?" He teased and she slapped his chest hard, offending poor Horntail tattoo.
"My mother is not a whore, Charlie Weasley! And stop it! You're crush on her is disgusting," she teased, pinning him down to the bed.
"Now, are you going to listen or are you going to keep being difficult?"
He kissed her quickly. "Fine. Go ahead. Tell me all about it. Who do I have to thank for you?"
She rolled her eyes. He was being cheesy, but somehow, she found it a bit adorable. Just a bit.
"Well, mum didn't entirely lie to me my entire life, she really did decide one day to have a child, so she went about finding a donor-just not the way most women do it. Apparently, since Voldemort was already stirring up trouble, she wanted to be safe, so-"
"She wanted a purebl-"
"I'm telling this story, Weasley!"
She placed a finger over his lips to keep him quiet.
"Yes. She wanted a pureblood, now shut up. So, she went to Dumbledore-"
"Pro-"
"Shut it! Yes. Professor Dumbledore. But he gave her this nonsense about how he had too many enemies and all sorts of nonsense. Anyway, long story short, mum ends up getting trashed after an Order meeting at the Three Broomsticks, with Mad-Eye Moody..."
She let the sentence fall, since he seemed to want to interrupt tonight.
"You're telling me that Mad-Eye is your father?"
She shrugged. "I'm telling you that my mum had a one-night stand with Moody and the next day Dumbledore changed his mind. Of course, mum wanted me, so she still did what's she'd planned for and when I came out a redhead she assumed I was Professor Dumbledore's, but then I apparently learned to talk..."
She cocked her head to the side and frowned. "Well... anyway, ever since then, she said she just had the feeling my father was Moody. But, there's no way to really know now, they're both dead." Though, she had to admit, Mad-Eye made more sense... it was the attitude...
Dumbledore was far too well-mannered to be her father.
Charlie ran a hand through her hair and smirked. "So... if our children come out screaming 'constant vigilance!' will we know for sure?" He teased.
Athena chuckled and kissed him, pulling the covers over their bodies, so they were now completely in the dark. "I don't know, you're always welcome to find out," she teased, feeling his hand move towards her bum.
"Well, I know pretending to try sounds fun."
She would hold off on that conversation for now. Just because her biological clock was screaming at her, didn't mean that she needed to ruin the mood right now. Who knew, perhaps her clock would leave her alone eventually.
But she did know one thing. Her children were going to damn well know who their father was.
Location: Her bedroom.
Date: 11 June 2000
Status/Warning: Private
Summary: While in bed, Attie tells Charlie what her mother recently revealed to her.
Completion: Complete
Athena glanced up at the ceiling, smiling as Charlie played with her hair. It felt nice to just be with him, neither one of them on call for work, no needing to rush off. Small moments like these made all of the hard work she put into being an Auror worth it.
"I need to tell you something," she whispered, glancing over before kissing him lightly.
"Is that right?" He asked, his eyes half closed. She knew he had been close to nodding off, but now jut felt like the right time.
"My mum told me who my father is."
It was like someone had thrown him from the bed. He opened his eyes quickly and looked at her curiously, knowing not to ask anything, because she'd get to it.
"Well...rather...who she thinks he is." She grimaced a bit.
Charlie grinned. "Minnie doesn't know? Does that mean if I'd offered, I'd be with a different McGonagall?" He teased and she slapped his chest hard, offending poor Horntail tattoo.
"My mother is not a whore, Charlie Weasley! And stop it! You're crush on her is disgusting," she teased, pinning him down to the bed.
"Now, are you going to listen or are you going to keep being difficult?"
He kissed her quickly. "Fine. Go ahead. Tell me all about it. Who do I have to thank for you?"
She rolled her eyes. He was being cheesy, but somehow, she found it a bit adorable. Just a bit.
"Well, mum didn't entirely lie to me my entire life, she really did decide one day to have a child, so she went about finding a donor-just not the way most women do it. Apparently, since Voldemort was already stirring up trouble, she wanted to be safe, so-"
"She wanted a purebl-"
"I'm telling this story, Weasley!"
She placed a finger over his lips to keep him quiet.
"Yes. She wanted a pureblood, now shut up. So, she went to Dumbledore-"
"Pro-"
"Shut it! Yes. Professor Dumbledore. But he gave her this nonsense about how he had too many enemies and all sorts of nonsense. Anyway, long story short, mum ends up getting trashed after an Order meeting at the Three Broomsticks, with Mad-Eye Moody..."
She let the sentence fall, since he seemed to want to interrupt tonight.
"You're telling me that Mad-Eye is your father?"
She shrugged. "I'm telling you that my mum had a one-night stand with Moody and the next day Dumbledore changed his mind. Of course, mum wanted me, so she still did what's she'd planned for and when I came out a redhead she assumed I was Professor Dumbledore's, but then I apparently learned to talk..."
She cocked her head to the side and frowned. "Well... anyway, ever since then, she said she just had the feeling my father was Moody. But, there's no way to really know now, they're both dead." Though, she had to admit, Mad-Eye made more sense... it was the attitude...
Dumbledore was far too well-mannered to be her father.
Charlie ran a hand through her hair and smirked. "So... if our children come out screaming 'constant vigilance!' will we know for sure?" He teased.
Athena chuckled and kissed him, pulling the covers over their bodies, so they were now completely in the dark. "I don't know, you're always welcome to find out," she teased, feeling his hand move towards her bum.
"Well, I know pretending to try sounds fun."
She would hold off on that conversation for now. Just because her biological clock was screaming at her, didn't mean that she needed to ruin the mood right now. Who knew, perhaps her clock would leave her alone eventually.
But she did know one thing. Her children were going to damn well know who their father was.