Minerva's Stories: Chapter Six.
Minerva's Stories:
Chapter Six.
Mirror, Mirror.
|| Authors Note:
Minerva in my writings, is indeed the same Minerva McGonagall from Harry Potter. However she is different from the canon witch in many ways.
She still loves reading and learning, helping others and furthering her skills.
However, with her longtime childhood best friend being none other than Robin Goodfellow, (Puck, from Disney's Gargoyles) one would imagine that there might be a slight difference in upbringing, and therefore, in everything related.
These personalities were created (in a way) and conducted on a site called GaiaOnline in a B/C thread called TMK (The Magic Kingdom).||
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The repetitive sounds of her shoes against the floor echoed in her personal labyrinth, the maze of the tall hallways before and behind her. Unlike other times she had been in this mysterious building, the swishing sound of fabric did not accompany the rest, nor was there a point to her shadow as her hat had been left on her bed.
Minerva was dressed quite casually for her mission tonight; adorning a simple outfit of dark denim jeans, a soft, off-the-shoulder green shirt and simple white sneakers. Her fingers curled around the fabric that reached mid-palms length, as her sharp hazel eyes scanned the doorways.
Her wand did not accompany her tonight. Tonight, she was a mortal in the truest terms, even if she was planning to do magic.
She did not stray, looking into each room with anticipation at what lay behind their doors. She knew the possible joys, and the horrors, of what awaited her beyond them. It had been a long time since she had walked the hallways of the castle, and never yet had she gone alone before. Not before tonight. She was not afraid.
A few more turns, and quite a few stairwells. Minerva had reached her destination just as the moon was reaching its peak high above the castle walls. The moonlight shone in the high windows to give the hallways a light blue glow to them.
Turning on her heel, she wrapped her fingers around a brass door handle and turned it sharply before pushing the door open. A small library lay before her, the two walls holding books of every shape, size, and color. In the middle of the room lay a small circular table, empty.
She stepped inside, and walked towards one of the shelves. Her index finger raised and trailing the lines of books, looking for the right one. No dust moved or even appeared on her fingers. She knew this room had been unused for a long time, perhaps decades or even a century, yet it did not give the notion of being untouched.
A smile soon graced her lips as her eyes found the prize. Mary E Blain's 'Hallowe'en'.
She pulled it from the shelves and opened the hardcover. The pages were hollowed out, and in the papers' place lay a delicate looking mirror, the shape of a diamond. She slid her fingers underneath the top corner and took out the mirror gently with one hand. Placing the empty book, cover closed, on the circular table, her smiled dimmed some. Her thoughts focusing on the task at hand.
She held the diamond shaped mirror in her both hands, pausing in her actions briefly. Slowly, she let out a deep breath before taking several calculated steps back, out of the doorway and ending up in front of a window which shone moonlight upon her frame.
“Round and round, O stars so fair!
Ye travel and search out everywhere;
I pray you, sweet stars, now show to me
This night who my future husband shall be.”
First, there was silence. It only took the split of a second. The silence was cut with a high pitched tone that echoes the hallways and even between her ears. Without thinking, she removed her hands from the mirror to cover her ears. Her eyes shot up to watch it drop, but the reflective diamond floated in air where she had left it.
The edges of the mirror began to glow, starting at the bottom point and spreading out until both points reached the top and spiked. The entirety of the edges glowed a brilliant mix of yellow and green, and the image in the mirror swirled with every color imaginable. Her eyes focused more, but before she could distinguish any sort of image a single cracked ran down the middle. The sound was gone as sharply as it had arrived. Minerva had begun to drop her hands, but they quickly flew back up to cover her face instead of dropping to her sides. The crack had erupted, and in an instant it exploded and the glass shattered everywhere. She could feel the strong force behind the specks and shards that grazed her skin and the fabric of her clothes. The frame of the mirror dropped to the ground, now completely empty and lacking of anything that once might have held traces of magic.
Once again, she dropped her hands. They rested against the ground and stirred the glass nearby. Her eyes focused in on the frame, her mind reeling, trying to figure out what the explanation was for the freak occurrence she had just witnessed.
She had done each step correctly, and her voice was sharp and clear as she recited the incantation. So,...
What had gone wrong?
What did that mean?
...
Was she never to be married? Would she to be so absorbed with Puck with the entirety of her being, for her whole life, so much so that she would never find happiness in another human being?
When would she finally accept that the fae would not return, and move on? Apparently.... never?
Her breath caught in her throat. Eyes filled with tears, threatening to fall. But she would not allow any to spill. Not in his name. Not anymore. She had sworn otherwise, and did so again as she dropped her head.
She sat there in silence as a heavy weight fell upon her. Her heart was pounding, throbbing against her chest. It started with a slow shaking, the trembling of her fingers to the quivering of her lower lips. Her eyes darted around, as if to capture sight of something she had missed before.
There was nothing.
Nobody was there.
Was she really expecting any different?
There still a part of her waiting for ice-blue eyes to peak around a corner, to poke fun at something he considered 'mortal silliness'. His mischievous laugh filled empty hallways like no others' could, and there was really no one else that she felt completely at home with, even when they were far from it.
Was this what it felt like to have a broken heart?
A choked sob escaped her lips as she covered her face with her hands. Pushing her frame back against the wall with her feet, she bent her knees and curled into herself against the wall. Her fingers threaded through her hair and she rested her head on her arms, eyes shut tightly as her lips pulled back tightly over her teeth. Shards of the mirror were spread out around her, the moon reflecting off them in a glorious show of artistic beauty that in any other moment Minerva would have greatly appreciated.
But not tonight.
Perhaps not ever again.
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Word Count: 1143.
Date Completed: August 17-08.
Time line: Teen.
Chapter Six.
Mirror, Mirror.
|| Authors Note:
Minerva in my writings, is indeed the same Minerva McGonagall from Harry Potter. However she is different from the canon witch in many ways.
She still loves reading and learning, helping others and furthering her skills.
However, with her longtime childhood best friend being none other than Robin Goodfellow, (Puck, from Disney's Gargoyles) one would imagine that there might be a slight difference in upbringing, and therefore, in everything related.
These personalities were created (in a way) and conducted on a site called GaiaOnline in a B/C thread called TMK (The Magic Kingdom).||
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The repetitive sounds of her shoes against the floor echoed in her personal labyrinth, the maze of the tall hallways before and behind her. Unlike other times she had been in this mysterious building, the swishing sound of fabric did not accompany the rest, nor was there a point to her shadow as her hat had been left on her bed.
Minerva was dressed quite casually for her mission tonight; adorning a simple outfit of dark denim jeans, a soft, off-the-shoulder green shirt and simple white sneakers. Her fingers curled around the fabric that reached mid-palms length, as her sharp hazel eyes scanned the doorways.
Her wand did not accompany her tonight. Tonight, she was a mortal in the truest terms, even if she was planning to do magic.
She did not stray, looking into each room with anticipation at what lay behind their doors. She knew the possible joys, and the horrors, of what awaited her beyond them. It had been a long time since she had walked the hallways of the castle, and never yet had she gone alone before. Not before tonight. She was not afraid.
A few more turns, and quite a few stairwells. Minerva had reached her destination just as the moon was reaching its peak high above the castle walls. The moonlight shone in the high windows to give the hallways a light blue glow to them.
Turning on her heel, she wrapped her fingers around a brass door handle and turned it sharply before pushing the door open. A small library lay before her, the two walls holding books of every shape, size, and color. In the middle of the room lay a small circular table, empty.
She stepped inside, and walked towards one of the shelves. Her index finger raised and trailing the lines of books, looking for the right one. No dust moved or even appeared on her fingers. She knew this room had been unused for a long time, perhaps decades or even a century, yet it did not give the notion of being untouched.
A smile soon graced her lips as her eyes found the prize. Mary E Blain's 'Hallowe'en'.
She pulled it from the shelves and opened the hardcover. The pages were hollowed out, and in the papers' place lay a delicate looking mirror, the shape of a diamond. She slid her fingers underneath the top corner and took out the mirror gently with one hand. Placing the empty book, cover closed, on the circular table, her smiled dimmed some. Her thoughts focusing on the task at hand.
She held the diamond shaped mirror in her both hands, pausing in her actions briefly. Slowly, she let out a deep breath before taking several calculated steps back, out of the doorway and ending up in front of a window which shone moonlight upon her frame.
“Round and round, O stars so fair!
Ye travel and search out everywhere;
I pray you, sweet stars, now show to me
This night who my future husband shall be.”
First, there was silence. It only took the split of a second. The silence was cut with a high pitched tone that echoes the hallways and even between her ears. Without thinking, she removed her hands from the mirror to cover her ears. Her eyes shot up to watch it drop, but the reflective diamond floated in air where she had left it.
The edges of the mirror began to glow, starting at the bottom point and spreading out until both points reached the top and spiked. The entirety of the edges glowed a brilliant mix of yellow and green, and the image in the mirror swirled with every color imaginable. Her eyes focused more, but before she could distinguish any sort of image a single cracked ran down the middle. The sound was gone as sharply as it had arrived. Minerva had begun to drop her hands, but they quickly flew back up to cover her face instead of dropping to her sides. The crack had erupted, and in an instant it exploded and the glass shattered everywhere. She could feel the strong force behind the specks and shards that grazed her skin and the fabric of her clothes. The frame of the mirror dropped to the ground, now completely empty and lacking of anything that once might have held traces of magic.
Once again, she dropped her hands. They rested against the ground and stirred the glass nearby. Her eyes focused in on the frame, her mind reeling, trying to figure out what the explanation was for the freak occurrence she had just witnessed.
She had done each step correctly, and her voice was sharp and clear as she recited the incantation. So,...
What had gone wrong?
What did that mean?
...
Was she never to be married? Would she to be so absorbed with Puck with the entirety of her being, for her whole life, so much so that she would never find happiness in another human being?
When would she finally accept that the fae would not return, and move on? Apparently.... never?
Her breath caught in her throat. Eyes filled with tears, threatening to fall. But she would not allow any to spill. Not in his name. Not anymore. She had sworn otherwise, and did so again as she dropped her head.
She sat there in silence as a heavy weight fell upon her. Her heart was pounding, throbbing against her chest. It started with a slow shaking, the trembling of her fingers to the quivering of her lower lips. Her eyes darted around, as if to capture sight of something she had missed before.
There was nothing.
Nobody was there.
Was she really expecting any different?
There still a part of her waiting for ice-blue eyes to peak around a corner, to poke fun at something he considered 'mortal silliness'. His mischievous laugh filled empty hallways like no others' could, and there was really no one else that she felt completely at home with, even when they were far from it.
Was this what it felt like to have a broken heart?
A choked sob escaped her lips as she covered her face with her hands. Pushing her frame back against the wall with her feet, she bent her knees and curled into herself against the wall. Her fingers threaded through her hair and she rested her head on her arms, eyes shut tightly as her lips pulled back tightly over her teeth. Shards of the mirror were spread out around her, the moon reflecting off them in a glorious show of artistic beauty that in any other moment Minerva would have greatly appreciated.
But not tonight.
Perhaps not ever again.
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Word Count: 1143.
Date Completed: August 17-08.
Time line: Teen.