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Category:
Individual Celebrities › Alan Rickman
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
21
Views:
10,665
Reviews:
76
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
This is a work of fiction. I do not know Alan Rickman. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
The Winter Guest
Disclaimer: Of course I do not own Alan Rickman nor do I own any of the characters of Harry Potter, they belong to JK Rowling. No money is being made
Well, inspired by some other authors of Alan fiction, I had a go myself. Please read and review!!!!
It was October and the smell of wet grass and hot air was making me smile. The sun was just going down and the sky was a bright red. It was beautiful. For a moment I forgot my worries, all there was at this point was me, the glass of excellent Cahors wine, Toby my big German Sheppard and the silence. A lot of people of my age would have found this utterly boring but I didn’t care. At the age of 26 I had gone through enough to make anyone crave for a peaceful night in France.
I looked at the scars on my hands. They were the only physical reminders ….
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It was three years ago now. I worked as a receptionist in one of London’s biggest hotels. It was summer and it was busy. And so I didn’t even realise that the two men standing at my desk where just a little too jumpy, and the moment the other guests had left the reception one of them had pulled out a gun. He had put it to my head and told me to give him money. With my hands shaking madly I had tried to empty every cash register I could find. Of course it was not very much, most guests paid by credit card. So when I had to tell them that this was all I could find, I knew instantly I had a problem. As they dragged me into the back office, still pointing that awful gun at me, I could not even have imagined what they were about to do to me. …..
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A little voice inside my head said: “ Stop thinking about it! You moved away as far as you could, you are safe now just forget about those things”. “Forget” had become my mantra over the past years. Although moving to France was one of the better things I had done so far, life seemed to be much easier here, I still struggled sometime with memories I had tried so hard not to recall.
The little hotel I had started in the South of France was small, but it was profitable. And as I sat on my balcony of my personal part of the hotel I did feel happy. Lonely, but pretty happy.
I rubbed Toby behind his ears and he closed his eyes.
“ Yes Toby, it is about time I started thinking about meeting some more people don’t you agree?”
At that same moment the phone rang and Toby looked at the it and then at me, as if accusing me of spoiling this peaceful moment.
Some ten minutes later I hung up, feeling excitedly and nervous.
“ Well Tobes, we just got our whole hotel booked for over 10 months! They are shooting a movie here, and we get to host some of the crew. We might actually meet some famous people Toby. “
The next morning my Chef de Cuisine was eyeing me strangely. “ C’est pas vrai hein!? Putain! The crew of a movie? Here?! But what movie is this?” Although Jean – Pierre was French he had spent a lot of time in England, and had been a great help to me, not only in the kitchen but teaching me French and the customs of his people.
“ Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix, you know the wizard films with the kids and the school and magic and that sort of thing. “ I said it casually but my insides where twitching. It was quiet a big thing. Providing a place for part of the crew. It was exciting.
Jean – Pierre thought about this a minute and then asked. “ So they put the actors here? Or only the backstage crew?” I told him that I didn’t expect to get any actors here, “They will probably get a more luxurious hotel than this.”
“ Have you seen the other movies of Harry Potter, Jean? “ I asked him, because he seemed to be out of words and completely taken by this news. “ Yes! Well, my kids saw them, they love them, have you never seen them? “ I confessed I hadn’t. Watching movies in French cinemas was not one of my favourite past times. They were usually dubbed in French and that took away a lot of the quality of the movie. And besides, what am I supposed to do alone in a cinema? Jean – Pierre promised to bring a DVD of one of the movies so I could watch it that evening.
“ When are they coming?” He asked.
“ Two weeks, so have some time to order some extra food and get everything ready.”
Jean – Pierre brought me the DVD later that evening and he stayed for a glass of wine. As he left he pecked me on the cheek and said with a twinkle in his eyes. “This is better then all the old folks we normally get this time of year hein?
It was getting dark and it was certainly much colder then yesterday night I thought as I left my balcony for the comfort of my warm bedroom. The candles were lit, the curtains shot, the wine was opened and Toby lay beside the bed. I rarely used the TV in my bedroom, after long days working in the hotel I never fancied watching TV. But tonight I wanted to watch the DVD Jean-Pierre brought me. I watched the cover. Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone. I felt a bit stupid watching it, it was a kids movie after all. I sank back in the pillows, taking a sip of wine and pressing play on the remote. …….
Two and half hours later I was wide awake. Looking nervously at the back of the DVD box I couldn’t find what I was looking for. “Watch the credits!” The voice popped in my head. Yes of course! The credits. I pressed play once again and watched impatiently as the movie resumed where it had stopped. The credits slowly began to appear on screen.
Harry Potter
Daniel Radcliffe
Ron Weasley
Rupert Grint
Hermione Granger
Emma Watson
Yes, yes, just get on with it.
Professor Albus Dumbledore
Richard Harris
Professor Severus Snape
And there he was, this was the guy.
Alan Rickman
Alan Rickman. Gosh, I had never heard of this man. Was this the name of the man who played the evil Snape? The one with the black hair. The one with that velvet voice? The one who made my stomach ache the moment he was introduced in the movie. His monologue was still etched in my head
“ I don’t expect you will really understand the beauty of the softly simmering cauldron with its shimmering fumes, bewitching the mind, ensnaring the senses… I can teach you how to bottle fame, brew glory even stopper …..death”
His voice had been one of the most sexy I had ever heard in my entire life. All of a sudden I felt the urge to know more about this man. Who was he? Why didn’t I know him?
My sleep that night was filled with warm dreams of his voice. And when I woke my body felt as if I had made love all night. My legs and arms felt light and my head was dizzy.
When I entered the reception the fax machine was rattling. As I saw the logo of Warner Brothers appear on the paper, I knew it must be the list of names of the guests they promised to sent me.
My eyes flew over the names. I hadn’t yet realized what my mind was looking for, but as I found it, my hands started shaking. There it was again, that name, between Oldman, Gary and Smith, Maggie…..Rickman, Alan.
I must have stood there with the fax in my hand for over 5 minutes. Jean-Pierre came in the reception and looked at me. “ Mademoiselle? Is something wrong?”
I pulled myself together. “No, nothing wrong, I was just….thinking.. here’s a guest list so I better go ask the girls to make up the rooms.”
I hurried back to my office after leaving the cleaning ladies in charge of making up all rooms we had. As I switched on my pc I thought I was going crazy.
This is so stupid I kept telling myself as the internet home page loaded. But I had to know. When I filled in his name on a image search site, my pc started loading with pictures of the most handsome man I had ever seen in my life. Clicking on one of the photo’s automatically it enlarged and his piercing eyes went through my soul. He was gorgeous. I gasped and realized that it was just a week and 5 days before this man would be staying in my hotel.
Well, inspired by some other authors of Alan fiction, I had a go myself. Please read and review!!!!
It was October and the smell of wet grass and hot air was making me smile. The sun was just going down and the sky was a bright red. It was beautiful. For a moment I forgot my worries, all there was at this point was me, the glass of excellent Cahors wine, Toby my big German Sheppard and the silence. A lot of people of my age would have found this utterly boring but I didn’t care. At the age of 26 I had gone through enough to make anyone crave for a peaceful night in France.
I looked at the scars on my hands. They were the only physical reminders ….
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It was three years ago now. I worked as a receptionist in one of London’s biggest hotels. It was summer and it was busy. And so I didn’t even realise that the two men standing at my desk where just a little too jumpy, and the moment the other guests had left the reception one of them had pulled out a gun. He had put it to my head and told me to give him money. With my hands shaking madly I had tried to empty every cash register I could find. Of course it was not very much, most guests paid by credit card. So when I had to tell them that this was all I could find, I knew instantly I had a problem. As they dragged me into the back office, still pointing that awful gun at me, I could not even have imagined what they were about to do to me. …..
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A little voice inside my head said: “ Stop thinking about it! You moved away as far as you could, you are safe now just forget about those things”. “Forget” had become my mantra over the past years. Although moving to France was one of the better things I had done so far, life seemed to be much easier here, I still struggled sometime with memories I had tried so hard not to recall.
The little hotel I had started in the South of France was small, but it was profitable. And as I sat on my balcony of my personal part of the hotel I did feel happy. Lonely, but pretty happy.
I rubbed Toby behind his ears and he closed his eyes.
“ Yes Toby, it is about time I started thinking about meeting some more people don’t you agree?”
At that same moment the phone rang and Toby looked at the it and then at me, as if accusing me of spoiling this peaceful moment.
Some ten minutes later I hung up, feeling excitedly and nervous.
“ Well Tobes, we just got our whole hotel booked for over 10 months! They are shooting a movie here, and we get to host some of the crew. We might actually meet some famous people Toby. “
The next morning my Chef de Cuisine was eyeing me strangely. “ C’est pas vrai hein!? Putain! The crew of a movie? Here?! But what movie is this?” Although Jean – Pierre was French he had spent a lot of time in England, and had been a great help to me, not only in the kitchen but teaching me French and the customs of his people.
“ Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix, you know the wizard films with the kids and the school and magic and that sort of thing. “ I said it casually but my insides where twitching. It was quiet a big thing. Providing a place for part of the crew. It was exciting.
Jean – Pierre thought about this a minute and then asked. “ So they put the actors here? Or only the backstage crew?” I told him that I didn’t expect to get any actors here, “They will probably get a more luxurious hotel than this.”
“ Have you seen the other movies of Harry Potter, Jean? “ I asked him, because he seemed to be out of words and completely taken by this news. “ Yes! Well, my kids saw them, they love them, have you never seen them? “ I confessed I hadn’t. Watching movies in French cinemas was not one of my favourite past times. They were usually dubbed in French and that took away a lot of the quality of the movie. And besides, what am I supposed to do alone in a cinema? Jean – Pierre promised to bring a DVD of one of the movies so I could watch it that evening.
“ When are they coming?” He asked.
“ Two weeks, so have some time to order some extra food and get everything ready.”
Jean – Pierre brought me the DVD later that evening and he stayed for a glass of wine. As he left he pecked me on the cheek and said with a twinkle in his eyes. “This is better then all the old folks we normally get this time of year hein?
It was getting dark and it was certainly much colder then yesterday night I thought as I left my balcony for the comfort of my warm bedroom. The candles were lit, the curtains shot, the wine was opened and Toby lay beside the bed. I rarely used the TV in my bedroom, after long days working in the hotel I never fancied watching TV. But tonight I wanted to watch the DVD Jean-Pierre brought me. I watched the cover. Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone. I felt a bit stupid watching it, it was a kids movie after all. I sank back in the pillows, taking a sip of wine and pressing play on the remote. …….
Two and half hours later I was wide awake. Looking nervously at the back of the DVD box I couldn’t find what I was looking for. “Watch the credits!” The voice popped in my head. Yes of course! The credits. I pressed play once again and watched impatiently as the movie resumed where it had stopped. The credits slowly began to appear on screen.
Harry Potter
Daniel Radcliffe
Ron Weasley
Rupert Grint
Hermione Granger
Emma Watson
Yes, yes, just get on with it.
Professor Albus Dumbledore
Richard Harris
Professor Severus Snape
And there he was, this was the guy.
Alan Rickman
Alan Rickman. Gosh, I had never heard of this man. Was this the name of the man who played the evil Snape? The one with the black hair. The one with that velvet voice? The one who made my stomach ache the moment he was introduced in the movie. His monologue was still etched in my head
“ I don’t expect you will really understand the beauty of the softly simmering cauldron with its shimmering fumes, bewitching the mind, ensnaring the senses… I can teach you how to bottle fame, brew glory even stopper …..death”
His voice had been one of the most sexy I had ever heard in my entire life. All of a sudden I felt the urge to know more about this man. Who was he? Why didn’t I know him?
My sleep that night was filled with warm dreams of his voice. And when I woke my body felt as if I had made love all night. My legs and arms felt light and my head was dizzy.
When I entered the reception the fax machine was rattling. As I saw the logo of Warner Brothers appear on the paper, I knew it must be the list of names of the guests they promised to sent me.
My eyes flew over the names. I hadn’t yet realized what my mind was looking for, but as I found it, my hands started shaking. There it was again, that name, between Oldman, Gary and Smith, Maggie…..Rickman, Alan.
I must have stood there with the fax in my hand for over 5 minutes. Jean-Pierre came in the reception and looked at me. “ Mademoiselle? Is something wrong?”
I pulled myself together. “No, nothing wrong, I was just….thinking.. here’s a guest list so I better go ask the girls to make up the rooms.”
I hurried back to my office after leaving the cleaning ladies in charge of making up all rooms we had. As I switched on my pc I thought I was going crazy.
This is so stupid I kept telling myself as the internet home page loaded. But I had to know. When I filled in his name on a image search site, my pc started loading with pictures of the most handsome man I had ever seen in my life. Clicking on one of the photo’s automatically it enlarged and his piercing eyes went through my soul. He was gorgeous. I gasped and realized that it was just a week and 5 days before this man would be staying in my hotel.