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Minerva rushed through the candle-lit, arching corridors of Hogwarts. The echoes of her footsteps disappearing down both ends of the deserted passageways. Her black, robes cascading out behind her, and her crooked, pointy hat obligingly sitting on top of her head.
It was almost time to teach her second years.
As she continued on her way, a few students greeted her here and there. Others didn't notice her, obviously busy chatting about homework or going to Hogsmeade on the upcoming weekend.
As her long robes continued sweeping through the air, she didn't notice the tiny white, square-folded piece of paper, slip out from her pocket, and collapse onto the floor near the giant staircase.
Albus Dumbledore, was sitting in his office, when he heard a soft knock on his door.
"Come in," he said.
The door opened silently, as a young boy, who looked around twelve entered.
"Sorry to bother you, Sir. But I found this with your name on it. It looks like a note or something," he said shyly.
"Ah, thank you, Ralph." The boy quickly gave the note to him and hurried out the door.
Albus examined the little square closely. His first name was written on the front of it, in a beautiful golden ink, the letters decorated in swirls.
Well. I guess there's only one thing to do...thought Albus.
Dear Albus...
The students left the classroom in a frenzy, trying to rush to The Great Hall for lunch.
Minerva left a little after them, seeing that she had to put away her teaching materials first.
Minerva entered The Great Hall. She strode up the centre aisle as ghosts flew above her head, and students chatted enthusiastically. The hall was in the shape of a grand arch, towering over everyone. The candles were blaring throughout the hall, as they floated easily above everyone's heads. She could see all the professors already there, at the top of the Hall.
She went over to the striking table, and gracefully sat down next to Hagrid.
Albus continued reading the letter he had received from Ralph earlier. Shock and surprise danced across his face as he took in every single detail Minerva had written. However, he couldn't help but smile at one paragraph in particular.
I love many things about you. The way your glistening blue eyes always seem to twinkle when you are happy. The way you peer over your half moon spectacles when you are reading something. I love the way your hand feels, when it brushes accidentally against mine when we reach for the same thing by mistake, or when we walk side by side.
He kept replaying these words over and over again in his mind. They were soothing, and made him feel happy. The one thing that shocked him most was the final sentence of the letter.
I love you, Albus. And I always will.
She loves me? He wondered. He didn't know what to think. How was he going to approach Minerva about it? But then there is the possibility of it really being from Minerva.
I know what I have to do, thought Albus.
Albus quickly went up to the owlry and attached a note to the leg of a majestic Great Grey. He watched it take flight through the door, and awaited for the arrival of Professor McGonagall, as he went to do some work in his office.