McGonagall

"Mr. Potter, are you aware that Miss Evans came to my office every single day in the beginning of the school year, requesting I take away your Head Boy badge?" Minerva McGonagall asked emotionlessly.

James Potter was pale, and for once when getting caught, he seemed truly sorry. "No Professor." He answered dully, looking at her desk rather than directly at her.

"And yet I denied her, and gave you the benefit of the doubt." Truthfully, she gave Dumbledore the benefit of the doubt, thinking he had his reasons for enlisting the young troublemaker. She let silence weigh down on her pupil heavily before continuing. "Yet today I find myself inclined to grant that request, and I am sure I will get no objections from the Headmaster. I am most disappointed Potter." She narrowed her eyes on him. "I see this as a personal dishonor upon my house, what you have done today."

"…Yes, Professor." He agreed numbly, throat tight.

"Gryffindors do not harm their own housemates; they look out for each other."

"Yes Professor." James Potter repeated sadly in a quiet voice.

"If such an incident repeats itself Potter, I'm afraid you will be expelled." McGonagall informed him. "The only thing keeping you from expulsion is that I was able to verify that what happened to Miss Evans was an unfortunate accident, and not intentional. However, it would not have happened at all had you not meddled around moronically." She said stiffly, displeased that one of her favorite Gryffindor students has put them both in this moment in her office. "If you'd finally like to tell your side of this story, I suggest you speak right now, before I've decided on the proper punishment."

James Potter, who has been as tight lipped as she'd ever witnessed him to be, took a deep breath and spoke carefully. "So, I found a spell in a book that made wooden furniture dance around and I…cast it on the little library desks." He said, not looking her in the eye.

McGonagall's lips thinned; she's assumed as much; moronic meddling indeed. "So you've tried a spell for the first time without practicing it, on a large quantity in close proximity to other students." Her tone told him what she thought of that. "I wonder what we taught you here about magic Mr. Potter. Surely more than that. I assume you thought it would be amusing?"

James Potter swallowed and nodded. "I couldn't control all the desks at once and one of the first years was too close…"

"Which was when Miss Evans jumped in to push him away and three desks slammed into her." Minerva finished for him. "Anything else?"

James looked defeated. "I just thought it would be funny. I'm really sorry Professor McGonagall."

"I believe you Mr. Potter, but you need to learn that things can escalate quickly if you mess around with magic without forethought. I require from you an essay, 35 inches long, regarding using magic safely. As well as detentions with me for a week every night at eight o'clock sharp and I'll also be taking 20 points from Gryffindor house. Any complaints?"

James Potter gritted his teeth. "None professor."

"Good. Off you go Mr. Potter, and let us both hope Miss Evans reaches a full recovery."

"Yes Professor." He said, dejected, and left her office.

She let out a sigh and helped herself to a biscuit, grumpy at the events of the day. Potter better hand over a magnificent essay.


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Oh I love Minnie! Alright, next chapter is going to be James POV, and it'll be substantially longer! It'll be up in a few days :) I'm also on tumblr if you'd like to check my blog out SheRipper-Fanficer