What if the words on your skin aren’t the first thing that your soulmate says to you, but the first thing they say that no one else has said to you before?
Many thanks to @obaewankenope, @meabhair, and @rising–dawn. (Please do check for anything glaringly troublesome involving fae, tho.) @maawi, @eclipsemidnight, @lilyrose225writes, as promised.
Minerva McGonagall huffed out a breath, collapsing into her armchair heavily, throwing her feet up onto the ottoman as she sank into the cushions. Last day of the year, farewell to the seventh years – all in all, she’d been on her feet for far too many hours to count, and her bones were full of opinions on the whole of this ‘getting old’ business. She didn’t like the feel of those opinions.
“Welcome home. Long day?” a smooth voice asked, sympathetic but smiling warmly.
“Long year,” Minerva scowled. “Finally rid of the Marauders, though. They’ve served out their seven years’ time, and all my best to them – may they never show their faces here again.”
“Don’t look now, one of them may yet come back to teach,” came the gleeful parry.
Minerva all but groaned, “Oh, gods forbid. Their children will be bad enough.”
“Indeed. ‘Vera, have a glass of brandy, or maybe butterbeer, why don’t you?”
Professor McGonagall’s head shot up, revealing a challenging gleam in her eye. “Are you about to tell me I look tired?”
The portrait laughed – a dark, warm, delightful alto, as the woman threw back her head, wrinkling her nose a little. “Pfft, how rude. I’d have said tense, or maybe punch-drunk.”
Minerva inclined her head to one side gently. “Acceptable,” she conceded, pushing herself out of her slump and onto her feet. Shuffling over to the cabinet she reached up above her head, vertebrae popping pleasantly.
Welp, there’s my heart kinda broken for the day.
Soulmarks/soulmates au
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