A/N: Might as well try something a little different. So poof! Here it is. Also typing with fake nails is really tedious and annoying. Gr. Just thought you'd like to know!
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters, J.K. Rowling does.
I slowly walk around the halls at night, trying my hardest not to be detected. But I know you know and it's no use hiding from you anymore. I really don't know how you do it but you are a mystery enshrouded in a puzzle. I don't think anyone has figured you out, even though I've spent countless nights trying.
How naïve I was when I first came to Hogwarts. I was so exhilarated that I would be with you; you're truly famous in the wizarding world. But I always looked past the fame and looked at the person. When I knew I was going to be with Gryffindor I gave you probably the biggest hug in the world yet you just smiled with a twinkle in your eyes. I've restrained myself for so many years now.
I tiptoe silently past your room as I quietly make my way inside. I know there's a small crevice in the wall that I can easily slip into. I sit motionless on your dresser, being careful not to step on those half-moon spectacles. And I can only gaze at the magnificent person in front of me. I'm in love with your crazy sense of everything, as there are various bits and bobbles scattered around your room. The portraits of past headmasters are sleeping; they don't see me. Even if they did, I don't think in this state I'm much of a threat to anyone.
I glance at the mirror beside me and I'm ashamed of myself. I shouldn't be doing this; I should be asleep, resting. Even if I'm supposed to be awake, I should be preparing for my next class! This is insane, disrespectful, irresponsible, and so wonderful being able to be so close to you.
I bravely move closer to your bed, watching as you slumber so peacefully. You are truly the most lighthearted, levelheaded being on this planet. It's inexplicable. I step on something sharp and cry out in pain and hurriedly leave.
Oh what a fool I've been.
I scamper out of your room unnoticed as I hear a rustling. I'm so sorry for disturbing you. I just want; I need to be able to look at you that way, even if it's only through amber eyes. I run back to the Gryffindor dormitory going to the Head of House room. I pounce on the bed and transfigure back to this old witch's body. Dawning an emerald nightgown and taking off an ancient pair of glasses, I lay down trying to sleep but sleep does not come easy anymore.
....
Waking up with a start is certainly unpleasant. What a screeching sound that was! Sounded like a kneezle or a cat. Possibly a small tiger. Boggart maybe? Alas, I'm not quite sure. Sleeping is useless now just like it has always been.
Cats are quite extraordinary creatures. Very sleek, beautiful, graceful. Always reminded me of you. That's why I had suggested it. Such wondrous individuals they are, continuously full of creativity and mystery with a constant sense of all-knowing wisdom and class.
With so much going on in the school, I'm just happy you've always been there. Hiring you was probably the wisest decision I've ever made. As I put on my pink fuzzy slippers, a smile crosses my face remembering how it's still here because of you. Everyone thinks I'm such a composed person. But alas, it's truly one's company that makes one stable. And I couldn't ask for a more dedicated staff member, and friend in you.
I light up my wand and take a nice stroll around the castle. Who knows where I'm headed? Not knowing what you're doing and enjoying every minute of it is the secret of life.
After a few minutes I realize I'm headed to the Fat Lady's Portrait. Haven't talked to her recently since last week's scare. I see myself going inside and standing in the common room. Sitting on a rather comfy couch I stare into the fire. No, this isn't the time. We still have the rest of our lives ahead of us and I still think we're rather young yet.
No, this is not the time nor place.
I head back to my room after a small bit of time. Figures that now I'm quite tired and I'm meters away from the bedroom. Blast. As I'm nearly there I could have sworn I saw a small tabby cat, right near my door.
"Goodnight, Minerva," I whisper softly, watching the creature scamper down the corridor.
You're truly poetry in motion. Unwritten verses in every movement. But only as an anonymous viewer can I appreciate the work.
A/N: If for some people who didn't get it, it was Minerva x Dumbledore. Wanted to try something new and different before I had to go away. ::tear:: Please r&r!