Minerva McGonagall woke up as soon as the golden rays of sun shined on her face. Going about her usual morning routine, she hobbled downstairs to the kitchen to prepare a cup of tea. After tasting it for flavour, she nodded to herself in satisfaction. Just as her trembling right hand held the cup to her thin lips, a knock on the front door was heard. Thinking that the post man had arrived, she sighed and put down the cup, and took hold of her cane. Making her way slowly to the front door, she muttered to herself about how postmen never let old ladies like herself enjoy a cup of tea. When she opened the door however, she was in for a surprise.
The man standing in front of her had a familliar face that she could not put a name to. His appearance intrigued her though. He donned flash rainment that seemed to blind her eyers. His onyx eyes however, seemed to sparkle a little.
"Aunt, do you not remember me? It is me, Severus, your nephew!" His smooth baritone voice washed over her as recognition dawned before her eyes.
She relaxed her rigid posture somewhat and leaned foward to give him an awkward hug, before inviting him in.
"What brings you here, after all these years?" she asked.
Kieran sat on the tattered sofa and grinned sheepishly. "Well, I happened to pass through this town to go to the town further down, Oxford. But yesterday, a pickpocket had nicked my wallet, leaving me with no money to rent a room for the night anywhere. Then I remembered that my beloved Aunt Min-Min resided in the vicinity, so..." he shrugged.
"So you thought to see if I would let you stay here?" A raised eyebrow directed towards him made him smile.
"If you want to stay here, then quit calling me by that awful sobriequet. Laundry will be done by yourself. Lunch is strictly at three o'clock, while dinner is at six. Anything else?" she asked. It was just like her nephew to play on her emotions to let him stay.
He hugged her in gratitude. "Thank you Aunt Minerva. "I'm only staying for the night, so I won't impose on you much," he said sincerely.
The day soon passed with endless chatter between them as the sought to catch up on lost time with each other. Minerva smiled at the fine young man before her, who was but a smart and skinny boy ten years ago. How time had passed in the blink of an eye...
A/N: Hi guys. This was written as an essay during class. I need to improve it, so I would really like if you guys could review and tell me what's good and what's bad... please? Many thanks to you guys.