professor minerva e. mcgonagall (gryffingall) wrote in fourteenshades, @ 2013-05-01 01:10:00 |
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Entry tags: | x-minerva mcgonagall, x-vogg naemsson |
Who: Minerva & Vogg
What: All this melancholy is too much. Minerva is Dougalsick, Vogg is homesick, but they can be one whole person together, right? Right.
When: Tuesday, 30 April, late morning/noon.
Where: The woods.
Rating: TBD
Status: Incomplete
It was strange. Minerva found this shift in her world to be incredibly surreal. Knowledge was power and Minerva had always believed that. Somehow though, she now understood how and why ignorance could be bliss. For as long as she could remember, Minerva had cleaved to knowing. Knowing everything and anything she could. Her father did not support her education, believing it a waste on his daughter who he hoped would give up her curiosities for marriage and a family. Though he loved her, he supported such traditional gender roles that Minerva was often stifled in his presence. She was more than what he made of her and she refused to be kept down. This desire to grow, to explore the world at large, to take it for all it was worth, led to Minerva shucking off a great number of things she feared would hold her back. It had led to her leaving Dougal for fear she would end up as her mother had. She had missed him, had always missed him, but she had always thought it was a choice between being true to herself and giving up a piece of herself for him. This place had proven her wrong.
The combination of all she had learned during his short stay in the village, namely the fact that he would have accepted her magic, and the truth she had learned when she aged up that he would die before they ever met again had left her in limbo. She felt like a ghost most days. Half herself and half a grief ridden monster. It clawed at her, threatening to consume her, and any foray she made into trying to help herself only led to it growing. In every book she read she found him. In every face on the street or creek of her door she found herself looking for him and it was making her sick. She was thinner than she'd ever been before, make up the only thing hiding the circles under her eyes, but she did not do that to see Vogg. Vogg had stumbled into this half madness of hers. He was the one who had gotten her to stop taking her anguish out with a sword against a tree. Stopped her before she could accidentally hurt herself and led her away. He had seen to her sword going where it needed to and then put up with her remaining presence after she took to her animagus form for a few days. He had been a good and true friend during a time she had so desperately needed him to be.
Prior to that, Minerva had spoken with Vogg in a friendly manner. They often spoke and bantered, teasing Godric and threatening him with their combined skill. This was a new facet to their friendship and Minerva found herself eternally grateful for it. She did not wish to burden Godric when he had so much going on with the other people in his life. She did not wish to burden Vogg either, but she felt herself turning towards him like a flower to the sun. There were few people in this village that could ease this ache in her chest, but he was one of them. When she found herself consumed with sadness following particular passages in a book she was reading, she sought him out and easily found him in the woods. He was lounging beneath a tree when Minerva stumbled upon him, feeling the relief almost immediately as she came up behind him and collapsed at his side. She didn't speak at first, situating herself with her head in his lap, dark curls spilling over his thighs as she shut her eyes against the sun peaking through the budded branches. "I'm sorry about missing your holiday." was what she greeted him with when she did speak, eyes blinking open to look at him. "If I had known, I would have tried to help you celebrate it properly. Or half properly. What is it for?"