Five days later, Minerva was waiting in her parent's living room, stern bun, large dress which wasn't revealing a bit and thin lips. Jove McGonagall was behind her, hold firmly her arm in order to prevent her to run away. What he didn't know was that she had no intention whatsoever. When the House-elf introduced her fiancé, Minerva stiffed even more. He came suddenly in. He was small, nearly bald, chubby, with the pride given by the money. A sickening smile was fixed on his face and he was staring at her trying to see her figure through her robes. Jove took two steps toward the visitor and pointed his daughter.
-Canhor, I want you to meet my daughter, Minerva. My dear, here is your fiancé, Wilhem Canhor.
Canhor walk forward and raised his hand but was stopped by and an invisible force. Minerva talk coldly.
-Mr Canhor, I don't know you nor want to know you. You're there to meet your wife to be? I'm not the one. If you get any closer I'll hex you into oblivion. If you don't renounce to marry me you'll never make it to the aisle. And if I were to marry you, you'll be the first to be sorry. I know a lot about poisons and you won't detect the one I'll use. I know enough magic to make your life a hell without stepping out of laws. And if you tried to take my wand away, I'll still be able to manage without it. Once you'll learn you lesson, I'll disappeared and you will never see me again.
She was staring at the one her father had chosen.
-McGonagall. You told me your daughter was wise and obedient.
-She's a bit overworked. She came back from France only a few days ago but she'll soon remember the place of a young English witch.
-You're right. She's only a woman after all.
That was too much for Minerva. Too quick for both men in the room she took her wand and her husband to be was projected in the hall without her saying any words.
Hurt in his pride Conhor got up with his wand in hand and tried a spell toward her. She easily blocked the spell with a wrist's movement before transfiguring the red doublet he was wearing into warms. That was too much for him and he left dropping the contract at Jove's feet.
I think your suitor wasn't strong enough, Father. I'll be in my room if you want to apologise.
Haughty she turned the heel and left the room. Making the warms disappeared in her way.