Happy birthday!
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Here's wishing a most excellent -- not to mention very lucky -- birthday today to
tegdoh! This is a very short little something that I hope will give you a bit of a smile in the middle of your busy day.
Suspicious Activities
(332 words | G | Marauder-era)
Suspicious Activities
Minerva strode into the Transfiguration classroom, deposited a pile of notes and marked homework papers on her desk, glanced at the blackboard to be sure that it was unsullied by bawdy art or cheeky comments, and turned to face the students.
Her sharp eyes scanned the rows. All of the Gryffindor seventh-years were sitting quietly at their tables, with nothing in front of them but wands, quills, and note-taking parchments, waiting politely and attentively for her to begin her lecture.
All of them.
This was not normal.
With a rush of adrenaline, she scanned the classroom again. Potter and Black were sitting together in the front row, with Lupin and Pettigrew right behind them. All four boys smiled sweetly at her. Her lips thinned, and she checked their tables again for hidden objects, their robes for suspicious bulges.
Nothing.
With a sigh, Minerva braced herself for the unexpected and began her lecture about identifying magical signatures in Transfigured objects, keeping one eye firmly fixed on the four boys on the left side of the room.
Still nothing.
By the end of the lecture, her nerves were frayed and bristling. It was all she could do not to snap at poor Maire Donovan when she stopped to ask a question after class as all the other students filed out.
All of them.
Once Miss Donovan had left her in peace as well, Minerva searched the empty classroom quite thoroughly. Nothing was missing; nothing was superfluous; nothing was out of place.
What on earth had those boys done this time?
A sudden scuffle of footsteps in the corridor brought her head up with a snap. Four heads dashed past the door—two black, one brown, one tow-colored. A shower of blue sparks struck the dusty old tapestry hanging on the wall in the back of the classroom.
Minerva stared as the faded images of knight, lady, castle, and willow tree rearranged themselves to form letters, then words, bright with new colours—
.:* HAPPY BIRTHDAY, PROFESSOR!!! *:.
ETA: And be sure to have a look at the "prequel" contributed by
zia_montrose in the comments!
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Suspicious Activities
(332 words | G | Marauder-era)
Minerva strode into the Transfiguration classroom, deposited a pile of notes and marked homework papers on her desk, glanced at the blackboard to be sure that it was unsullied by bawdy art or cheeky comments, and turned to face the students.
Her sharp eyes scanned the rows. All of the Gryffindor seventh-years were sitting quietly at their tables, with nothing in front of them but wands, quills, and note-taking parchments, waiting politely and attentively for her to begin her lecture.
All of them.
This was not normal.
With a rush of adrenaline, she scanned the classroom again. Potter and Black were sitting together in the front row, with Lupin and Pettigrew right behind them. All four boys smiled sweetly at her. Her lips thinned, and she checked their tables again for hidden objects, their robes for suspicious bulges.
Nothing.
With a sigh, Minerva braced herself for the unexpected and began her lecture about identifying magical signatures in Transfigured objects, keeping one eye firmly fixed on the four boys on the left side of the room.
Still nothing.
By the end of the lecture, her nerves were frayed and bristling. It was all she could do not to snap at poor Maire Donovan when she stopped to ask a question after class as all the other students filed out.
All of them.
Once Miss Donovan had left her in peace as well, Minerva searched the empty classroom quite thoroughly. Nothing was missing; nothing was superfluous; nothing was out of place.
What on earth had those boys done this time?
A sudden scuffle of footsteps in the corridor brought her head up with a snap. Four heads dashed past the door—two black, one brown, one tow-colored. A shower of blue sparks struck the dusty old tapestry hanging on the wall in the back of the classroom.
Minerva stared as the faded images of knight, lady, castle, and willow tree rearranged themselves to form letters, then words, bright with new colours—
ETA: And be sure to have a look at the "prequel" contributed by
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Date: 2009-02-13 08:17 pm (UTC)I enjoyed this one. What a great way to come home after a hard week at school, and am upcoming vacation to enjoy, eh?
You just made my day. Who said Friday the thirteenth is bad luck? ;)
I'm even the first one to comment!
Thanks, and keep writing!
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Date: 2009-02-13 10:53 pm (UTC)I like the idea that the Marauders conspicuously not pranking anyone made McGonagall more nervous than a prank would have done. ...I think the boys even did that on purpose. ;)
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Date: 2009-02-13 10:37 pm (UTC)Minerva's patience is sea deep.
Four heads dashed past the door—two black, one brown, one tow-colored.
Dashing heads is a pleasure-filled description. I see their shining crowns, lol.
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Date: 2009-02-13 10:55 pm (UTC)I do like McGonagall. I'm glad she made it out of DH intact.
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Date: 2009-02-13 11:07 pm (UTC)ROFL, Hadn't noticed the extra head actually.
I was imagining black robes in a dim corridor, and thinking it was the faces/heads that would stand out the most
Youthful hair has a distinct luster, greedily catching and throwing any available light, and that's what I saw.
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Date: 2009-02-13 11:53 pm (UTC)Trust you to have gorgeous, image-filled language even in a comment! (And I'm glad that's what you saw.)
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Date: 2009-02-14 01:20 am (UTC)And merry day,
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Date: 2009-02-13 10:43 pm (UTC)Thanks for sharing the gift!
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Date: 2009-02-13 10:56 pm (UTC)Hee hee -- I think you're probably right! :) Thanks for reading.
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Date: 2009-02-13 11:28 pm (UTC)I really like Minerva's blackboard check and bulging-robe check... She feels perfectly in-character and I can't help but admire her. But now you've got me helplessly imagining the conversation that led up to this, so maybe I'll share it:
"Did you know it's McGonogall's birthday tomorrow?"
"McGonagall's birthday? What should we do?" James's eyes widened at the many prospects.
"More like what shouldn't we do," corrected Remus.
"What do you mean?"
"Well... don't you think she'd be far more suspicious if--if--" He could no longer keep a straight face as his mates looked on from across the dormitory, waiting... He stifled a private snigger.
"We act like perfect little angels?" Sirius guessed, then grabbed his ribs to stifle his own emerging laughter.
"Wow, now this has possibilities!" declared James.
Thanks for that! : )
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Date: 2009-02-13 11:49 pm (UTC)It would be fun to write more McGonagall. I'll have to see if I can work on that...
ETA: I put a link to your comment in the main post so everyone will be sure to find your prequel. :)
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Date: 2009-02-14 12:03 am (UTC)And just to let you know, I too, liked the line about the 'heads'. It struck me as subtle and economically-phrased and it felt like the way the mind would see it. : )
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Date: 2009-02-14 12:43 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-02-16 07:10 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-02-14 04:58 am (UTC)i love flist Birthdays! I can just picture the smile and maybe a little ::sniff:: from McGonagall.! I would have loved to have her for a teacher
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Date: 2009-02-14 05:14 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-02-14 12:59 pm (UTC)This definitely made me smile. :) I enjoyed
Am aiming for some kind of communication this weekend... ;)
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Date: 2009-02-14 06:36 pm (UTC)That really stood out to me in PoA, too. I happily subscribe to the fandom approach that has McGonagall as a former prankster in her own right who secretly applauds the Marauders' goings-on, even though as a teacher now she can't (much) let on. And I assume she has to try not to let them get the better of her, hence the frayed nerves in this scene as they kept her waiting, hee.
Glad for the smile. And no worries about communication, as always. ;)
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Date: 2009-02-14 07:06 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-02-15 04:07 am (UTC)In case anyone was wondering, it's totally not the case that I blew twenty minutes making a new 'writing' icon before attempting to post at a certain writing comm last night. ;)
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Date: 2009-02-16 07:12 pm (UTC)Thank you SO much! I really enjoyed this little ficlet, it seemed like exactly the type of thing the Mauraders would do, and it definitely brightened what was a very stressful weekend.
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Date: 2009-02-17 01:12 am (UTC)I hope the rest of the year will be especially excellent to make up for your extra birthday stress.