A/N: So I know this is dumb to start a new fic, but this bunny struck me and I had to get it out. It's a multi-chaptered fic and I've got about four chapters done. This one's short, but they should get longer. Please review! Enjoy.
She listened intently to his words, following his instructions. They began to practice, she, gripping the concept instantly, earning her a praise. She smiled. Then, the bell rang and everyone dutifully filed out of the room. Everyone but her.
"Professor?"
Her Scottish brogue, quite pronounced.
"Yes, Miss McGonagall?"
"I was wondering whether you could teach me to be an Animagi?"
He sat in silence, contemplating her question.
"I could of course, however, I think you should consult a master."
Her face fell.
"I had just thought, because I know you, I might do better. You are my favorite professor, sir. I'd rather learn from you. Please."
He examined her face.
"Of course, I can, Miss McGonagall. I will speak with Headmaster Dippet tonight."
Before she could stop herself, she hugged him.
"Oh thank you, Professor Dumbledore. Thank you!"
He was shocked, but returned the hug, so as not to hurt her feelings or his.
She released him, quite embarrassed, but happy all the same.
"You best get to your next class, Miss McGonagall. You don't want to be late."
She smiled again and left. This bright, beautiful seventh year would be the death of him yet.