School was starting for another year and there was one person who was especially happy at the prospect: Professor Minerva McGonagall. She had completely changed her style over the summer, thanks to Albus Dumbledore, from wearing only black and green to wearing every colour in the rainbow. Her wardrobe is similar in the range of colours it has to Albus' now. She was going to knock everyone's socks off on the first of September. She always liked going back to work, but this year was going to be different. She was going to be noticed and she was happy.
All the teachers were slowly filtering back to Hogwarts and everyone who saw Minerva thought she looked ten years younger. This wasn't just the new wardrobe; however no one knew that but her. She was dating for the first time in a long time. She wasn't dating just anybody, but the man of her dreams, Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore, the greatest wizard of the age. She'd loved Albus as long as she could remember, but for the first time in her life she'd been afraid to say anything.
Albus had finally said something to her, but it had taken him almost fifty years to tell her. She laughed now to think of it but at the time she was terrified of what he was about to say because he was so nervous. He'd finally admitted he liked her on the last day of school the school year before. They'd spent all summer together in Scotland (Minerva's homeland), France, and Mould-on-the Wold, England (Albus' hometown). Minerva had had a wonderful time and Albus was so attentive that Minerva felt spoiled and princess-like. Albus had always thought she was a princess from the first day he met her.
