A/N: This is a second stand-alone one-shot connected with "Framework Love Story." I decided it would be interesting to explore the relationship between Albus Dumbledore and Minerva McGonagall, whether they end up together or not. I have no idea where this is going, but I'll be using my theme list to help give me ideas for future one-shots. All of them will be placed under "Framework Love Story" as separate chapters. I doubt there will be any order, but feel free to follow to see more.
Morning Disasterpiece
Minerva was preparing for classes, trying to get her papers in order. They were piling up all over the place, falling and sliding under furniture. Nothing was going right, and she sat down in her chair with a defeated sigh. This was only her second year at Hogwarts, and though her first had gone smoothly, her second year seemed doomed.
"Ah, Professor McGonagall, it's a pleasure to see you this morning," Dumbledore bowed, entering her office and looking the place over. Minerva wanted to hide. This was her boss, her superior. She still called him Headmaster despite his warnings not to. He couldn't see her office, not like this. "I see you also need someone to help organize our latest set of files. The Ministry suggested the plans to the current Heads of the Houses, but I don't think they made a very good decision. Well, it will all be fixed soon. Are you ready for your lessons?"
"Y-Yes," Minerva replied, stammering and biting her lip, praying he wasn't about to scold her for being so unorganized. She was ready to teach, just not to do mounds of paperwork for each student.
"Well then, that's all that matters. You are a professor at my school, Minerva. I would never let you slide under the bus because of some Ministry shenanigans," Dumbledore winked. "Now, the students will be waking up soon to attend breakfast. I feel you should do the same. And...just pile all of this trash by the door for young Filch to take care of. He sure does enjoy sweeping."
Minerva watched her headmaster leave, dumbfounded at how their meeting had gone. She remembered him being a forgiving man, even when she walked into the wrong classroom or got caught in the ladies' restroom as a cat. He never judged, and he definitely didn't seem angry with her for the Ministry's decisions. She thought he obeyed their every command since his closest friends were in high positions within the Ministry, but now the picture was becoming clear.
Minerva gathered the papers into a pile and slid them out the door using her wand. Other teachers had done the same, and all of them smiled to each other as they made their way to the Great Hall for breakfast. Only a few students were there, and Dumbledore was nowhere to be found, but his name sat on the lips of everyone: He was going to save them from a life of slavery to the quill.
The joke spread like wildfire, and soon everyone was cheery as they ate their morning meal. For the first time since Minerva's arrival at Hogwarts, she felt like a member of the school, of the society. She felt like she belonged, and it was all because of Albus Dumbledore.
Theme 005: Morning Routine
To complete the themes yourself, I have the list posted on my profile. The list is for any type of fan fiction (one-shot, drabble, etc.) and any fandom. Challenge yourself in other ways to make it more fun, and enjoy!