December 5th, 2006
|09:10 am - Potterverse Fic -- Whisky and Minerva|
threatened promised a few days ago, here is one of the stand-alone vignettes from my NaNoWriMo 2006 writing project, my first-ever attempt at writing Potterverse fanfiction -- or any type of fanfiction, for that matter.
Title: Whisky and Minerva
Author: Persephone Yavanna the Entwife
Pairing/Characters: Severus and Minerva
Rating: G for gen (in other words, completely work-safe!)
Warnings: None, unless one hates cats
Disclaimer: JK Rowling and assorted others have rights to create derivative works within the Potterverse, but I am not one of those licensees, unfortunately. Rather not be sued for playing with the characters, though . . . not making a profit here, just exploring the characters and situations created by the esteemed Ms. Rowling.
Summary: Severus loathed shortbread, porridge and all things Scottish -- except whisky. And Minerva.
Author Notes: First time writing fanfiction, Potterverse or otherwise. This is the first of the stand-alone vignettes from my NaNoWriMo 2006 project to be "published" on LiveJournal.
Whisky and Minerva
Severus loathed shortbread, porridge and all things Scottish -- except whisky. And Minerva.
He hated how the cold seeped into his bones, how damp it was, how short the days were in winter. The thought of tartan made him nauseous.
Unless Minerva was wearing it. Then it was alright, because anything Minerva did was good in his book.
She’d feed him shortbread biscuits with ginger in them and he’d eat them with a smile, because they came from her hand. Tea was delicious when served from her pot, a single malt liquid ambrosia when she poured it.
He even forgave her taste in tartans, especially since those she favoured had more green than red or yellow -– surprising in the Head of Gryffindor House. Some days he wondered if she wore as much green as she did in order to please him. He liked to think that, especially when the nights were long and the dungeon corridors seemed to suck the warmth from out the marrow of his bones. Then he’d sit by the fire in his rooms and slowly sip the whisky she’d given him at Yule or for his birthday. Always a different kind -– “so you can educate your palate,” she’d say with a laugh.
Over the years he’d had dozens of types – Islay malts, Highland malts, Lowland malts, ones from Speyside, ones from the Islands, ones from Campbeltown, some aged in sherry casks, some made with peated malt. His favorites though came from Islay. On days when he’d had to deal with one dunderhead too many, he’d pull out the Laphroaig and immerse himself in the flavour of it, drowning in the intensity of its many notes.
On other days, though, he’d take the bottle of Bunnahabhain. Days when it was all he could do to go one more second, one more minute, one more day.
On days like that, he sought Minerva. Ginger Newts, tea by her fire, a relaxing glass of whisky in a comfortable chair. And her whisky of choice was that one.
They’d talk, complaining about one student or another, throwing gentle jibes at one another over which of their houses would win the Quidditch Cup this year. Sometimes they’d spar verbally over whether the House Cup would go to Slytherin or Gryffindor when they had succeeded in restraining their mischief-makers enough to make winning a real possibility.
Other times they’d play chess or even Exploding Snap, just as their charges did in their common rooms. He’d hide a card or two up his sleeve and she’d swat at him when she caught him –- and she always did, sooner or later. She’d call him a naughty boy and he’d laugh and remind her of all the times she’d moved pieces on the chess board while he was in the loo. Then she’d blush and give a little laugh herself and concede the point.
“But you’re still a naughty boy, Severus!” she’d huff.
“Yes, Minerva -– your naughty little boy,” he’d say with fondness in his voice.
“Absolutely incorrigible -– you always were,” she’d reply with a smile, which he would return.
And some nights, he’d sit in the armchair by the fire, a purring bundle in his lap, covered in a tartan laprobe Minerva had tucked around him after pouring him a glass of Bunnahabhain. He’d stroke her gently, chucking her under the chin, playing with her ears, sometimes gently pulling at her tail. She’d butt her head up against his hand and he’d smile. They would doze by the fire together as snow swirled outside the windows of Gryffindor Tower.
He’d wake, eventually, sometimes wiping a bit of drool from his face while she smiled and offered him a handkerchief with tartan trim. Then he’d bid her goodnight and return to the dank hole he called home. There he’d curl up in bed, a glass on the nightstand, and dream of fur.
Current Mood: creative
Current Music: "Feuer und Wasser" by Rammstein
|Date:||December 5th, 2006 09:57 pm (UTC)|| |
"Suck the warmth from out of the marrow of his bones" Heh. Sounds like you've been reading my posts on Oregon weather again. <:=8) Still, charming.
Lovely descriptions and a great atmosphere to this ... I'd definitely like to read more of it. :)
Thank you for your kind words! :)
I plan on posting another part of the tale soon, although that part will not have Minerva.
Nice kitty! And of course she knows how to tame the wild beast, with offerings of food. But be careful when she lets loose her hair.
Thanks! I'm glad you stopped by to read my maiden fic.
~~ goes off to read the tale you linked to ~~
|Date:||December 7th, 2006 08:06 am (UTC)|| |
Lovely! Short, sweet and I love the tartan/whisky details.
I'm glad you enjoyed it and its Scots touches. :)
Adorable and lovely writing style. Mmmm whisky
Thank you! :)
~~ pours you a glass ~~
Hello! I'm here from close_contrast
and I liked this very much - Severus and Minerva is one of my favourite pairings, and all the details about Whisky, cats and tartan are just purrrrfect!
I'd love to read some more of your story, when it's available.
I'm glad you enjoyed it! Severus/Minerva is my favorite pairing -- wish it were more popular with fic writers, though.
I plan on posting another stand-alone vignette from the story very soon -- within the next day or three.
Lovely descriptions and atmosphere. You paint a comforting relationship. :)
Comfort is something Severus needs desperately -- and Minerva is happy to fulfill that need. I'm glad you enjoyed the story. :)
|Date:||December 7th, 2006 01:41 pm (UTC)|| |
There will be more? I'm looking forward to reading the more.
Thanks for saying that! Another stand-alone bit of the story has been posted, if you care to stop by and read it.
Im not normally into Severus/Minerva but this was really sweet and I liked it very much ^_^ I think that it's a fine ending as it is :D I look forward to reading more of your writing ^_^!!
I'm glad you enjoyed it! :)
Another stand-alone bit of the overall story has been posted, should you care to stop by and read it.
My, that's lovely.
I like the... sublimation, I suppose that's the word I'm looking for, of it. Minerva as a cat sitting in Severus' lap, him dreaming of fur, as if he's carefully avoiding dreaming of her human self. Very nice!
Thank you for your kind words -- I'm glad you enjoyed it! :)
|Date:||December 7th, 2006 06:22 pm (UTC)|| |
*squees* Adorable, I love it!!
that was adorable! ^_^ i like the interactions between them - the "cheating", then banter, etc. etc. it's captures the "old friends" feeling wonderfully, the complexity of their relationship. (ok i admit i ship ss/hg and xh/mg but this story just made me all squishy inside!)
I agree, this was a cute little fic! P.S tattooedsappho
I love that icon. :P
Thank you soooooooo much -- it really means a lot to me to hear you say things like this about my maiden fic, since I have such enormous respect for you and your writing. :DI must admit the pairing almost put me off, but I made myself read it, because it's you, and as a G I knew it wouldn't make me wince, LOL.
I'm glad you decided to brave the pairing -- although I use the term loosely here, as I've deliberately left the exact
nature of their relationship ambiguous, since the relationship at the heart of the story as a whole is not
Severus/Minerva. Since the larger story hasn't yet been finished, there may be more Snagonagall in it further on, but as a side dish, not the main course. At least, not as of this writing. :)And it's so well-written I couldn't pick fault with a syllable, a comma or a word. Marvellous! A real treat to both my heart and my beta-head
I'm glad to hear that from you, since this is un-betaed, just like the next stand-alone vignette, Academic Jeopardy
, isn't betaed, although the latter is mostly because of extensive use of dialect, which no beta this side of the puddle would be able to do.
glad you enjoyed it! :D
~~ bounces about with glee ~~
Oh. This was so bittersweet, but not really angsty. It was.. wow. It had so many layers. I love it.
I'm glad you enjoyed it! :)
Glad you enjoyed it. :)
~~ goes off to read the linked story ~~