Minerva McGonagall was shocked. And that didn't happen very often, which meant that her jaw was hanging open in a most un-Spartan way. And God knows that Minerva McGonagall cannot fail to be Spartan. Right. Even when she blew her long, pointy nose, she was still Spartan in the fact that she blew it as viciously as the Peloponnesian League attacked their enemies, and as tactically into the tissue as the Athenians planned their attacks.
She supposed it couldn't have been that surprising. It was to be expected, now that two of the Headmasters had died in quick succession. The transmission hadn't even taken a full year (which is 365 and ¼ days for those who were wondering).
Minerva McGonagall had just been asked to be the next Headmistress. She found herself accepting. Now, the enormous stack of paperwork sat like the leaning tower of Pisa on her desk, threatening to topple over at the slightest breeze. And topple over it did, for the office she was currently occupying happened to have a great deal too many windows, all of which she blamed on the old codger we all know as Dumbledore. Even in death he was vexing.
Slightly miffed, the middle aged woman bent over to pick them up. One of the papers caught her eyes. It was talking about some nonsense. Brows furrowing, she made to throw it into the trashcan.
"I'd keep that if I were you," Dilys Derwent said suddenly. Stunned by the sudden intrusion of the old woman, Minerva yelped in a most un-Spartan like way. Then quickly recovering herself, she brushed the invisible lint off of her itchy dress robes and picked up the crumpled sheet.
"You shocked me," Minerva said, failing to keep the accusation out of her tone. She could have sworn Dilys smirked.
"I apologize for what's about to happen," Dilys said. And then Minerva looked at the paper and it seemed to turn into a vacuum, one big enough to suck her in. Then she was sent flaying her arms uselessly, her wand floating a few feet behind her. Brilliant lights of all colors whirled past her until at last, she made impact with the ground. Well this is nice, Minerva thought sarcastically as she passed out.
A/N: Sorry for the short chapter. We're really busy right now, our World studies teacher gave us a huge project worth 40% of our grade, in Language Arts, we have to write a five page book review, and make a poster. Like a three feet by four feet poster. It's a hard book to read, Wuthering Heights. Urgh. And in Algebra, the teacher wouldn't let Pie get partial credit for doing the problems in her head even though they were right and she has to redo thirty problems and she's not a math person. So Demon-Pixie has to help her and Pie is the one who types so…yeah…sorry.