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Ficlet: "Stubborn Creatures" (Grubbly-Plank/McGonagall, for kelly_chambliss)
Recipient: kelly_chambliss
Title: Stubborn Creatures
Author:miss_morland
Pairing/Character(s): Minerva McGonagall/Wilhelmina Grubbly-Plank
Prompt: Option A: Choose any story of [Kelly's] and write a sequel/prequel/missing scene/different ending
Word Count: 787
Rating: G/PG
Warning(s): Unbetaed (feel free to point out any errors)
Summary: Sometimes all you have to do is wait.
Author's Notes: This is a sequel to Kelly's story "Still Waters", although it's considerably shorter. I may have made it too easy for myself with the resolution here, but hey -- it's just fanfic! (Of course, I still hope you'll like it, K.)
When it came down to it, how exactly did you go about fighting for love?
Wilhelmina had been asking herself that question over and over again the last few days -- no, make that weeks. She'd arrived at Hogwarts in high spirits, but her confidence had somehow waned already before that first dinner, which she'd suffered through, painfully aware of Minerva's presence only a few seats away and yet unable to do anything about it.
The initial meeting had been awkward. Both of them pretended not to remember that last time in Diagon Alley; instead, they exchanged a couple of polite phrases, standing opposite one another in the Great Hall and glancing sideways like timid teenagers. Will had dutifully explained about her plans for the classes, and (a little more enthusiastically) described the state of the unicorn foal, but all the time she'd been longing to sweep Minerva into her arms and kiss her there and then, right in front of the students and the staff and the ghosts.
And wouldn't that have gone down well. Will poured herself another Firewhisky and stared out the window, morosely. It was anything but easy: seeing Minerva each day at dinner, or in the staff room, or even just catching a glimpse of emerald robes hurrying down a hallway was enough to make her burn with longing.
However, Will was nothing if not practical. She was here now, and there was no getting out of it. And she wanted Minerva back, wanted her to come to her senses, wanted her...
She might just be incapable of resisting trying to win you back, seeing you around every day, Amelia had suggested in one of her frequent owls. Play hard-to-get if she does. She'll be like the cat who sprawls across the parchment when you attempt to write something.
But then again, Amelia could hardly be considered an authority on Minerva McGonagall. And Will hadn't even had the opportunity to fight yet, much less play hard-to-get.
Just as she knocked down her Firewhisky, there was a knock on the door.
She almost choked. Putting down the glass with a trembling hand, she quickly ran a hand through her hair and wiped her mouth, hope throbbing in her throat.
Minerva would probably have looked cool and composed to any outsider, but Will knew what to look for, and could see she was anything but. There was a slight flush to her cheeks, and a slight tremble in her voice as she said, "May I come in?"
Will stepped aside to let her through. They stood opposite one another in the parlour, much like the first day in the Great Hall. Soft evening light floated in through the windows, making Minerva's black hair shine like glittering water.
At length, Minerva cleared her throat. "I've been meaning to ask you something," she said, not meeting Will's gaze. The tremble was still there, but so was the characteristic determination that Will knew so well. Nodding once, she motioned for Minerva to go on.
"Was it..." And the flush deepened now, so much that even a blind dragon would have noticed. "Is it because of me that you accepted Albus's offer? That you came here?"
Will didn't answer at once. She turned away for a moment, gathering her courage. Then she took a deep breath and said, still with her back to Minerva, "Do you remember what you said once? About going to the still waters, and loving the one who came with you?"
A silence, and then a soft sigh. "Yes."
"I didn't understand," said Will, blinking. "Still don't know if I do. But I went there with you, and I can't go back." She swallowed. "Too damn late."
Another silence, and then: a rustle of robes and a warm breath against her neck, arms circling her waist, embracing her from behind. Will stiffened, afraid to move, afraid to believe what was happening.
"You are such a stubborn creature," Minerva murmured, kissing her cheek. "Just as bad as I."
Only then did Will turn, drawing Minerva into her arms and resting her head on her shoulder. "Didn't think that was possible," she murmured, fighting the sting of tears in her eyes.
"Neither did I," said Minerva softly and reached a hand up to touch Will's cheek. "But it seems as if we are in this together."
"We'd better be," Will grumbled, happiness swelling in her chest as she seized Minerva's face and pulled her into a kiss.
The next morning, with Minerva still sleeping soundly beside her amidst tangled sheets, Will sat up in bed, a piece of parchment balanced on her knees.
Dear Amelia, she began. I'm afraid to say that I completely ignored your advice...
kelly_chambliss Title: Stubborn Creatures
Author:
miss_morland Pairing/Character(s): Minerva McGonagall/Wilhelmina Grubbly-Plank
Prompt: Option A: Choose any story of [Kelly's] and write a sequel/prequel/missing scene/different ending
Word Count: 787
Rating: G/PG
Warning(s): Unbetaed (feel free to point out any errors)
Summary: Sometimes all you have to do is wait.
Author's Notes: This is a sequel to Kelly's story "Still Waters", although it's considerably shorter. I may have made it too easy for myself with the resolution here, but hey -- it's just fanfic! (Of course, I still hope you'll like it, K.)
When it came down to it, how exactly did you go about fighting for love?
Wilhelmina had been asking herself that question over and over again the last few days -- no, make that weeks. She'd arrived at Hogwarts in high spirits, but her confidence had somehow waned already before that first dinner, which she'd suffered through, painfully aware of Minerva's presence only a few seats away and yet unable to do anything about it.
The initial meeting had been awkward. Both of them pretended not to remember that last time in Diagon Alley; instead, they exchanged a couple of polite phrases, standing opposite one another in the Great Hall and glancing sideways like timid teenagers. Will had dutifully explained about her plans for the classes, and (a little more enthusiastically) described the state of the unicorn foal, but all the time she'd been longing to sweep Minerva into her arms and kiss her there and then, right in front of the students and the staff and the ghosts.
And wouldn't that have gone down well. Will poured herself another Firewhisky and stared out the window, morosely. It was anything but easy: seeing Minerva each day at dinner, or in the staff room, or even just catching a glimpse of emerald robes hurrying down a hallway was enough to make her burn with longing.
However, Will was nothing if not practical. She was here now, and there was no getting out of it. And she wanted Minerva back, wanted her to come to her senses, wanted her...
She might just be incapable of resisting trying to win you back, seeing you around every day, Amelia had suggested in one of her frequent owls. Play hard-to-get if she does. She'll be like the cat who sprawls across the parchment when you attempt to write something.
But then again, Amelia could hardly be considered an authority on Minerva McGonagall. And Will hadn't even had the opportunity to fight yet, much less play hard-to-get.
Just as she knocked down her Firewhisky, there was a knock on the door.
She almost choked. Putting down the glass with a trembling hand, she quickly ran a hand through her hair and wiped her mouth, hope throbbing in her throat.
Minerva would probably have looked cool and composed to any outsider, but Will knew what to look for, and could see she was anything but. There was a slight flush to her cheeks, and a slight tremble in her voice as she said, "May I come in?"
Will stepped aside to let her through. They stood opposite one another in the parlour, much like the first day in the Great Hall. Soft evening light floated in through the windows, making Minerva's black hair shine like glittering water.
At length, Minerva cleared her throat. "I've been meaning to ask you something," she said, not meeting Will's gaze. The tremble was still there, but so was the characteristic determination that Will knew so well. Nodding once, she motioned for Minerva to go on.
"Was it..." And the flush deepened now, so much that even a blind dragon would have noticed. "Is it because of me that you accepted Albus's offer? That you came here?"
Will didn't answer at once. She turned away for a moment, gathering her courage. Then she took a deep breath and said, still with her back to Minerva, "Do you remember what you said once? About going to the still waters, and loving the one who came with you?"
A silence, and then a soft sigh. "Yes."
"I didn't understand," said Will, blinking. "Still don't know if I do. But I went there with you, and I can't go back." She swallowed. "Too damn late."
Another silence, and then: a rustle of robes and a warm breath against her neck, arms circling her waist, embracing her from behind. Will stiffened, afraid to move, afraid to believe what was happening.
"You are such a stubborn creature," Minerva murmured, kissing her cheek. "Just as bad as I."
Only then did Will turn, drawing Minerva into her arms and resting her head on her shoulder. "Didn't think that was possible," she murmured, fighting the sting of tears in her eyes.
"Neither did I," said Minerva softly and reached a hand up to touch Will's cheek. "But it seems as if we are in this together."
"We'd better be," Will grumbled, happiness swelling in her chest as she seized Minerva's face and pulled her into a kiss.
The next morning, with Minerva still sleeping soundly beside her amidst tangled sheets, Will sat up in bed, a piece of parchment balanced on her knees.
Dear Amelia, she began. I'm afraid to say that I completely ignored your advice...
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I didn't know you'd ever met my cats /g/
I suspect this is pretty universal cat behaviour; my late four-legged friend used to walk over the keyboard when I was at the computer. *g* I like the idea of MM sharing some traits with her Animagus form.
I'd like you to write sequels to all my stories now, please.
You may come to regret those words, you know...
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I like to think that she'd already begun to reconsider, even before G-P arrived at the school. She might have taken a little longer to come around in a longer fic, but in a drabble, she needs to get a move on /g/.