Minerva reflects on the past and unwittingly continues a tradition that had began with Severus Snape and Albus Dumbledore.
House: Slytherin
Year: Prefect
Category: Drabble
Prompt: Biscuits/Cookies
Word Count: 403
Minerva stared down at the biscuits that had appeared in front of her. Voldemort had been defeated the previous year and now as she sat at the head of the staff table looking out at the students as they celebrated their Halloween without fear of persecution, she felt the bile rise in her throat.
It should not have taken years of war for this to happen, to see the houses intermingle so freely. The bile had fallen back leaving a bitter taste in her mouth.
Ignoring the biscuits before her she watched as a confident Luna Lovegood walked around the Hall with House-elves handing out pumpkin shaped biscuits to all the students and wishing them a happy Halloween, that bitterness in her throat intensified when a lump had formed there as the now young woman looked up and locked eyes with her, and in those clear orbs she saw understanding.
Wrenching her gaze away she found herself staring at the plate of biscuits again. She could hear them arguing, Albus and Severus. She knew they were gone and yet, she could still envision herself sitting in between the two of them as they fought, every festivity at Hogwarts festive biscuits were served and though the students never saw it she had been privy to the close bond shared between Severus and Albus and every year, without fail the two would lock themselves up in the Head- her office with a plate of biscuits.
Excusing herself from the great hall she made her way up to her office and there sat a plate of biscuits in the same spot Severus and Albus would place them and for a split second she could see their shadows talking serenely over the plate of biscuits.
The frustration grew within her, they were gone, two men who willingly sacrificed their lives for their cause. They would never get to enjoy what they worked so hard for. Releasing a howl of agony, she grabbed the plate of tantalizing smiling pumpkins and smashed them against the empty walls. The shattering of the plate and the crunching of the smashed biscuits helped relieve an odd weight she didn't realize she was carrying around.
The empty walls didn't even register as she picked up another plate that had appeared repeating her previous action. Minerva didn't realize it, but she had picked up the tradition performed by the two previous Headmasters before her…