Married Grindeldore

Old Summer Day Letters

It is a lovely Sunday morning, Godric's Hollow. Bathilda Bagshot gets bored, and so she decides to go up to her attic and open those old boxes, where she has always hidden her old, sentimental things. One of those things include an old letter from Gellert to Albus, although he never sent it. She always loved that letter, and it was really a shame that Albus never saw it. It went like this:

'Soft rosy lips,

Red apple cheeks,

That pale face,

With that curly hair...

And those eyes,

Atlantic Ocean eyes,

Melting my heart like sunrise. 

Guess who?

It's you.

Albus, go on a date with me, will you?'

She smiled as she read it, and was about to put it back, when she saw another one. And it went like this:

'Gellert, dear,

It feels strange.

Why am I thinking,

Only about you?

What spell did you cast?

What potion did you pour?

Why do I like you,

Even if you're sour?

Just like lemon sherbets,

I don't know why, 

I just love you.'

And then there is another one:

'Tears are streaming down my cheeks,

My eyes are watering,

Heart is aching,

Hands are trembling.

I know I shouldn't feel this way,

even if you're the one who hurt me,

I still want you to hold me.'

And there comes another one:

'It's night, 

it's hot,

I'm on my bed.

Yet I can't seem to sleep,

'Cause that sensation still persists.

You just kissed me, 

this afternoon, 

Then you ran,

like nothing happened.

Told me you had to go.

But little did you know, 

That you mean the world to me.

And today, 

You made me,

Completely,

Absolutely,

Yours.'

And then there are dozens more!  She suddenly starts to miss this young couple. She wants to visit them. And so, she decides to use the 'telephone' invented by muggles(quite astonishingly useful, she must admit), and call Gellert.

"Hello?"
"It's me."

It didn't take Gellert a second to recognize the voice, the tone and the accent of his great-aunt. 
"Bathilda. How have you been? It's been like a century since we've met last time."
"Yeah, I know. Anyway, can you give the phone to Albus darling, please?"

"...What about me?" Gellert thought sadly. He passed the phone to his husband, who was sitting on the couch, holding a book, as always.

"Albus, guess who is calling?"
The auburn-haired wizard lifted his head up.

"Your lovely Abernathy?" Albus asked sarcastically.

"What? No. It's Bathilda." He passed the phone to Albus.

"Good morning Bathilda! How are you?"

"Oh my darling Albus!! How I missed you! Tell me, has Gellert been treating you well? I will cook that bastard alive and feed him to the muggle's dogs if you have any, any complaints."

Meanwhile Gellert is sobbing silently at the corner.

"Uh no, not at all." Albus glanced at Gellert. "He has been treating me nice enough."

"Good, good. Albus, I was wondering if you were free this evening. I-"

"No! My lemon baby is always expensive! He is never free. And, he is mine." Exclaimed Gellert from the corner.

"..."

"..."

"Niemand hat dich nach deiner Meinung gefragt, dumme Ziege." Said Bathilda angrily.

"Yes, I am free this evening." Albus replied to Bathilda, completely ignoring his three-year old husband.

"Perfect! I will expect you at my house then, at 17:00."