Ох люцик Галь глянь в сообщение где 19 комментов,там текстик+ этот Minerva’s Warning A loud crack from somewhere outside startled the blonde Muggle sitting on her large, luxurious couch. For some reason, the noise had sounded exactly like someone… No, what was she thinking? People can’t really Apparate, after all! She was the one that made all that up; she should know better. It was probably just the sound of the neighbor’s stupid cat again. A sudden knock at the door made her jump and gasp. “I’m losing my mind. That’s all there is to it…” she thought as she walked over to answer the door. “Ms. Rowling, I presume?” Rowling’s jaw dropped as she nodded her head feebly. Before her stood an older, stern-looking woman with square-framed glasses and a high bun in her hair. She looked exactly like… “No,” Rowling said in a shaky voice. “You’re not?” “I mean yes, but… Who are you?” As soon as she had asked, she wished she hadn’t. Rowling gawked at the woman’s strange attire- emerald green robes quite unlike anything she had ever seen, except in her imagination. “I would be Minerva McGonagall to you,” the woman said sharply. “I need to sit down,” Rowling exclaimed, staggering back towards the couch. Minerva entered the house. The door closed behind her, seemingly on its own volition. Rowling rubbed her throbbing temples as Minerva took out her wand and waved it once, presenting herself a simple but elegant chair. “I’m dreaming,” Rowling said positively. “You seem perfectly awake to me,” Minerva sniffed as she sat down in her chair. “Of course, I could pinch you just to make certain..” “No, thank you!” “I came here today to offer you an ultimatum,” Minerva went on as if nothing previous had been said. “An ultimatum?” “Yes, that’s what I said. I’m beginning to believe you need your ears cleaned out, dear.” “What is this about, exactly?” Rowling asked anxiously. Minerva sat up straighter in her chair, giving herself a suddenly harsher appearance. “I was informed that you made recent accusations that Albus Dumbledore is-is…” “Gay?” Rowling asked. Minerva’s lips thinned threateningly, and the color flushed from her face. “Just because you have written about us does not guarantee that you know everything.” “You sound exactly like… Oh no!” A shadow of a grin crossed Minerva’s face as Rowling’s eyes widened. “Those darling Muggle girls who so cleverly call themselves ‘MMAD fans’? Yes. They wanted to come, but I insisted that this was my opportunity.” “Thank goodness,” Rowling exclaimed with a sigh. “You underestimate me, Ms. Rowling. I assure you that I cannot be persuaded by the mere offering of cookies.” Rowling swallowed hard. “Of course not…” Another brief smile crossed Minerva’s face. “They’re charming girls, don’t you think?” Minerva asked. “Well, I’m not sure charming is the proper word for them.” “Anyways,” Minerva said, waving a hand in the air. “My advice to you is to be very careful of the claims you continue to make.” “Claims?” “Really, shall I see to it that your ears are properly cleaned?” Minerva asked as she raised her wand to Rowling. “No, no, no! Go on, please.” Minerva lowered her wand with a sigh. “As I was saying, first you proclaim that I was never in love with Albus Dumbledore, and now you accuse him of being homosexual! It was terrible enough when you had written that he was dead.” “So you’re saying-“ “I’m saying, obviously- though I’m not quite sure that any of this is actually registering in your brain- that it will not do for you to continue telling these lies.” “Dumbledore’s not dead?” Rowling asked. “What am I talking about? He’s not even real!” Minerva scoffed. “Not real? Then how, may I ask, do you find that I am sitting here before you? No, he’s not dead- very far from being so. Likewise, Ms. Rowling, neither is he homosexual, but yes, I am in love with him. I have been for longer than you have been born.” For the first time, Rowling noticed the two rings on Minerva’s left ring finger. “You’re married?” Rowling asked. Minerva nodded, a smile blossoming freely on her face now. She stood and waved her wand once more, and the chair vanished. She leaned closer to Rowling’s somewhat fearful face. “So I warn you now that if we must meet again for another reason such as this, our meeting will not be a pleasant one. Do you understand?” “Yes, I understand.” Minerva stood back up to her full height and pushed up her glasses. “Very good. Goodbye, Ms. Rowling, and don’t forget- you have been warned.” With one blink and another loud crack, Minerva was gone, her words still hanging thick and threateningly in the air. Rowling shook her head and lay back onto the couch. “I need therapy.” THE END

ага-га-га!!! вот что безлимитка с людьми делает!!!

Aglareb, у Хали наконец-то безлимитка!??!?

-Мэфли-, думаешь, она просто так с трех сайтов выйти не может?))))))

Aglareb, ну малоль:)

-Мэфли-, мне так нравится, как вы это тут обсуждаете!))) правда нравится! а я тут мучаюсь, бегаю)))

dame_Maggie, а нам молчать? (((((((( не, ну пока тебя дождешься....))))))))

dame_Maggie, Галё!Ты вообсе тексты видело!?Типо я не бегало!?

хе-хе-хе

-Мэфли-, ооооо!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Ух ты!!!! Спасибо!!!!

Aglareb, та ладно,это я балуюсь) Aglareb, dame_Maggie, деваськи может какие картиноцки подписать?Мне делать неч:)

MMAD fans -ооо! класс! вот это точно про нас! АГА! вот Ро и влетело!)) Муа-ха-ха-ха-ха!)))

dame_Maggie, муааххааха*Типо дьявольский смех*Галь,узнаёф кто там на аве?

-Мэфли-, неа))) сами мы не местные! вы уж нам скажите!)))

-Мэфли-, о! спасибо за аву!!! только увидела! красивая! вах!

dame_Maggie, :) MMAD Fans Attack! Lightening flashed above, illuminating the dark air around a group of girls marching their way towards a luxurious estate. "Perfect weather for this," Apocalypticat said seriously, looking up at the pallid sky. The others nodded in agreement, a devilish and excited grin playing on each of their faces. EloquentPhoenix stepped forward and knocked on the door until an overworked woman answered, looking quite apprehensive of what she saw. "You're JK Rowling," tabbycat whispered to the woman, eyes widening. The woman's eyes fell upon the girls' purple shirts that each bore the simple green words: ADMM Shipper. Her face blanched as she realized what this all meant. "No, I'm not." "Yes, you are." "No, I'm not." "Of course you are!" "May we come inside?" The Anglophile spoke up. JK bit her lip and sighed heavily. "I suppose so," she said, opening the door for them. Each girl took a place on the fluffy sofa, glaring opposite from JK. "I suppose you know why we're here," beMMADfabulous said. JK glanced at their shirts again, gawking at them as if they possibly could conceal some Dark magic of their own. "Yes," she said regretfully. "I believe I do." "Excellent," beMMADfabulous continued. "Then there's no need for any drawn-out explanations." JK nodded, wanting to get this over with as quickly as possible. Another bolt of lightning crashed nearby outside, knocking out the electricity. "Ooh, this is gonna be fun," tabbycat said. In an instant, she had pulled out a flashlight, which she shined brightly in JK's fearful face. "Thought you were going to sink our ship, did you?" she asked, giving an evil, detached laugh. "That's enough, tabbycat," EloquentPhoenix warned through the darkness. "We need her for further questioning. Don't frighten her to death just yet!" "Oh, she can't die like this, you know," The Anglophile said casually. "Yeah, all those horcruxes..." beMMADfabulous replied. "Excuse me, but what are you talking about?" JK questioned, startled that she had possibly provoked the girls further, especially the tabbycat one.. Apocalyticat spoke up. "When you said that Minerva was never in love with Albus-" the other girls shrieked- "you killed us all, deep down. I guess that gave you the ability to create your own horcruxes." "Deeeep deeeep down!!" tabbycat said, clutching her heart. "Yeah, I bet that's what you wanted all along!" The Anglophile exclaimed. "Nonsense!" JK replied. "You all know all the "horcrux" stuff is made up!" "Oh suuure!" EloquentPhoenix said. "Ridiculous!" said JK. "See! See!" beMMADfabulous said, pointing at JK. "She think we're boggarts, and she's trying to use a spell against us!" "You really affected us," EloquentPhoenix said with dismay. "Yeah, and some of us even cried!" Apocalypticat said, jerking her head towards beMMADfabulous. "Must we always bring that up?!" beMMADfabulous said, glaring sideways at Apocalypticat but barely suppressing a grin. "Anyways," The Anglophile interrupted, "We've brought you several wonderful pieces of fanfiction from our online forum, one or two from each genre, and we've included a few "shippy" pictures from the movies and from promotional photos for you to look over." She handed JK a folder full of papers. "The pictures are mostly thanks to the sheer ingenuity of Maggie Smith," Apocalypticat said. "Yeah! Thank goodness for Maggie Smith!" tabbycat exclaimed. The other girls smiled and nodded in agreement as the electricity flickered back on in the house. "Look, we're not asking you to change your mind about all of this-" EloquentPhoenix began. "- Yes, we are-" beMMADfabulous and tabbycat mouthed together to JK. "- We're just asking that you consider our point of view." "Yeah, and don't be so rude about it next time!" The Anglophile huffed. The others nodded again in agreement. "And do you know what happens when you mess with MMAD fans?" Apocalypticat asked. JK's eyes widened, her face pale once again. "Terrrrrible things happen!!" tabbycat said, looking serious and leaning closer to point at JK. "What do you want from me?" JK asked. "We simply want you to acknowledge us in a kinder fashion, especially considering the plausible evidence for our ship found in the books and movies," EloquentPhoenix replied. "And a written apology to our forum wouldn't hurt your situation, either." "And cookies!" tabbycat said. "Yeah, cookies!" beMMADfabulous joined in. "The good kind. NOT the cheap stuff!" JK nodded, appearing quite defeated. "Of course," she said with a sigh. JK escorted the girls to the door, hoping that this sign of hospitality would put her on their good side.. And maybe they would never have to come back again. "I think that went well," The Anglophile commented, taking a bite of her cookie from JK. "Yeah.." tabbycat said with disappointment. "And we didn't even have torture her or anything!" "Oh well," Apocalyticat shrugged. "There's always next time." THE END

Thank goodness for Maggie Smith - ОООО!!! ППКС!!! а исчо есть на эту же тему?)))

dame_Maggie, Нед,но есть это:) In Memory Minerva stood with her hand over her stomach, heavy with child. As Albus approached her, his blue eyes frantically searched her glowing face for an answer, but her features were inscrutable. Albus suddenly became aware of his lungs forcing the breath in and out, his heart beating forcefully and echoing in his ears. He squeezed her hand, eager for news. Worry lined his ancient yet handsome face. Minerva smiled and cupped his cheek in her hand. "It's a girl, Albus." He sighed audibly, feeling his knees become weak and unstable. He chuckled nervously, catching his wife in a secure embrace. "That's wonderful," he breathed into her sweet-smelling hair. "I need to talk to you about something," Minerva said as she pulled away from him, gripping his hands in her own. Her demeanor became instantly serious, and Albus's smile fell into a pained anxiety as his heart sunk, fearing the worst. He squeezed her hands as a sign of support. "What's wrong, Minerva. Are you okay? How is the baby?" "Fine, just fine," she replied, not meaning to scare him again. "I wanted to talk to you about what to name our child- our daughter." Albus nodded. "What do you have in mind?" He could tell she had given this some thought, though she had surprisingly shared very little about it with him. "Well.." Minerva bit her lip, not wanting to upset him. "I was thinking.. I was thinking of naming her Ariana, in memory of your sister." The silence that Minerva had been expecting seemed to reverberate in the air around them. She could feel her hands quiver as Albus held them, but she wasn't sure whose hands were shaking harder. "Ariana," he repeated, as if the word was slow to register in his mind. Minerva nodded, fearful she had said the wrong thing. She closed her eyes tightly as a glittering tear rolled down Albus's cheek. "It's a beautiful idea, Minerva," he said at last. She opened her eyes to find a smile gracing his face once more. He pulled her close to him. "Thank you," he whispered. Minerva gasped as the air seemed to force itself back into her lungs at once, and she found herself struggling with tears. "I love you," she said. "And I you," Albus said, his words becoming weak. "It means so much to me." "I know." Minerva rocked with him gently in her arms until taking his hand in hers and placing it over her stomach. Albus grinned as the baby kicked against him. "Feel that?" Minerva asked. "She loves you already." THE END

Just Like You The hot summer midday rays of sunlight burst through the surrounding trees, illuminating the constant ripples of the rushing river. A shadow was cast over the water as a figure looked down into her altered reflection. Balancing easily and carefully, she walked from rock to rock until reaching a particularly large one in the middle of the stream. She sat down and, dropping her half-bare legs up to the calves in water, grimaced slightly as algae from the rock slid against her feet. She leaned back into the fresh blowing wind, her loose locks of long ebony hair whipping into her face. Gently she placed her slender fingers into the river and skimmed them through the water. She laughed softly at the feel of the water swirling over her hand as a certain childlike sparkle, which none denied as being an influence contributed by none other than Albus Dumbledore himself, shone in her emerald eyes. She turned to look over her shoulder and, giving him a lovely smile, waved merrily. "She's so much like you, Minerva," he said with a chuckle, pulling his wife into his arms as he waved back at his daughter. "And you," Minerva smiled as she waved to her. Albus felt his chest swell with pride as he watched their daughter, a carbon copy of Minerva with distinct undeniable traits of himself as well. He kissed his wife and took her hand to lead her towards the river. "She's perfect," Albus whispered into Minerva's ear. "Just like you."

The Seal of Love Minerva McGonagall bit her lower rosy lip in an attempt to muster every shred of concentration she possessed. She was merely a chess move or two away from either losing to or triumphing over her opponent, employer, and dearest friend Albus Dumbledore. He watched as she squinted her eyes and then pursed her lips together as she pondered upon her next move. Feeling his intent stare upon her, Minerva shifted slightly in her seat. As she moved her chess piece, a somewhat victorious spark ignited in her eyes, which Albus, too preoccupied with Minerva's luscious lips, did not notice. "Checkmate," Minerva said, looking up to meet Albus's eyes. "Congratulations," he chuckled, not bothering to look away from Minerva. "Albus, do you like my lipstick?" she asked as she pushed her square-framed glasses higher onto the bridge of her nose. Leave it to Albus to stare at her for something so silly, she thought to herself. "Pardon me?" he said, taken aback that he had allowed her to notice his stare. Indeed, he had been looking at her lips. How could he refrain from it, after all? He wanted nothing more than to kiss her softly, to feel her creamy skin against his... "You've been staring at my lips," she said. "You have lovely lips," Albus replied, inclining his head to her, blue eyes twinkling wildly. A smile began to blossom at Minerva's mouth. She slowly leaned over the table, moving closer, closer to Albus's face. He could see the reflection of himself in her eyes now. He felt as though he could have counted each of her long, dark eyelashes. Albus took a breath and, leaning into her, closed the gap between them by catching her lips with his. Breathlessly, they fed their burning hunger for each other if only for a few moments, the forgotten chess pieces toppling from the table and crashing loudly to the floor.

-Мэфли-, когда ты выкладываешь такие вещи, я еще и еще раз благодарю Бога за то, что я знаю английский язык!!! и тебя за то, что выкладываешь)))

dame_Maggie,