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Shortly after her last class, Minerva made her way back to the transfiguration classroom.
For a few months, she had been reading about animagi, and had decided that she was ready to start the processs of becoming one. As it was quite a difficult process and not well described in any books that she had found, she needed to enlist someone who had went through the transformation already to help her if need be.
That was exactly why she found herself outside the transfiguration classroom. The door to the classroom was already open and as she stepped through the doorway she noticed that Dumbledore looked as if he was expecting her.
"Come in, come in," he said as he gestured for her to sit down. "Would you care for a lemon drop," he asked regardless of the fact that no one ever accepted his offer.
"No thank you sir," she answered as she did every other time.
"Well then, I'm glad you are here, as I have sensed that there was something you wished to discuss with me for weeks now."
How did he know, she puzzled and was about to ask when he answered her unasked question.
"I assure you I have used no magic trick to read your mind. I am merely very proficient at reading people."
"I see," she said as she contemplated the implications, and made a mental note not to be to openly emotional.
After a bit, Dumbledore added, "You wanted to ask me something." Smiling as she was startled out of her thoughts, while wondering what was so intriguing as to distract her from her goal.
"I-I'm sorry," she said embarrassed at her distraction. Then continuing with her plan, she started right in, "I have been researching a transfiguration project and would like to continue with it beyond the theoretical to the practical application.' She recited as she had practiced.
Looking slightly amused at her wordplay and initial avoidance of the actual topic, he asked, "And what exactly is this transfiguration project that you are so enthusiastic about?"
"Professor," she began, "I would like become an animagus. I know that it is an arduous undertaking, but I think I am capable of pursuing it through to the end."
He could hear the pleading in her voice and knew she was serious about it, but as she was only in her fifth year, he could now allow it.
"Miss McGonagall, what you are asking for is a guide through the process, am I correct?"
"Yes sir," she replied feeling hopeful.
"In that case I must inform you that I am not willing to help you become an animagus at this time. You are still very young and while I am sure that you have read everything on the subject, I do not think that you are ready for this task."
"I…I don't understand. I have read every book and have practiced some meditation techniques already. What do I lack?" she asked looking very disappointed.
Seeing her disappointment, he answered, "For one, you are still growing, and it is not advisable to begin the transformation so young, even if it is possible. In addition I think that you have neither the patience nor the persistence that this task would require."
She opened her mouth to reply, but he continued to explain his reasoning, "As your teacher, I am well aware of your abilities and I know that you are able to perform any spell or charm with only one or two tries. As of yet you have not had to exercise patience with any task and I think this will be the test. If you are patient and still wish to do so, when you begin your seventh year, I will assist you in becoming an animagus."
Sitting there she thought about what he had said. Although she wanted to deny this and plead for a more immediate solution, she knew that definitely would not help her case, so she decided that although it wasn't the answer she wanted, it wasn't a complete refusal, just a not yet. It wouldn't be easy, but she was determined.
