Short chapter guys. Sorry.
Next one should be longer, hopefully.
Chapter 2
Professor McGonagall, Head of Gryffindor house and Deputy Headmistress, sighed almost silently as she walked to her office once the last student had left the Great Hall. All through dinner, her stomach had done flips as she thought about the Triwizard Tournament. Her instincts told her that something very, very bad was going to happen.
As she walked into her office, she let out a loud yawn. Surprised at how tired she was, she stopped walking and looked at her desk. On top of it in the centre were her lesson plans for tomorrow, waiting for her to double check them like she usually did. But as she yawned for a second time, she decided to turn in early. With that, she walked past her desk and through the barely visible door next to the bookcase.
She changed from her dark green robes into a white cotton slip gown with long sleeves. With a graceful flick of her wand, she sent her robes flying across her room and into her small bathroom before climbing into her large four poster bed. Tiredly, the older witch pulled the dark red blanket up and over her shoulders before closing her eyes.
Before long, she fell into a deep sleep.
As she slept, her body seemed to emit a bright white light that slowly started to pulse with a strong calming effect that lulled the professor into a deeper sleep.
The next morning, the Deputy woke up feeling constricted. She felt as though she had bandages wrapped tightly around her chest, making it hard for her to breathe in properly. With a groan, she rolled out of her bed while grabbing her glasses. Once she had them sitting on the end of her nose, she pulled on her green tartan robe and walked into her small bathroom. Looking up into the mirror, she paused.
If anyone had been walking past at that moment, they would have sworn they heard a sound they would never have expected to come from their stern professor.
She screamed.