Disclaimer: As Always...NOT MINE.
I figured that I would finally establish a Time Line in terms of Avengers (Cyber Cake to anyone who can catch the reference) and have a bit of fun with our favorite fiesty older woman, at the same time. Seriously, Minerva was too fun to ignore, especially when Sybll Trelawney decided to sneak her way into this chapter...
Chapter Six: An Interlude with Minerva, or Tough Titty, Said the Kitty
Minerva McGonagall had never seen herself as particularly harsh (though her students might disagree), but neither had she ever been tolerant of nonsense or dramatics. So, it came as no surprise to her colleagues that she had absolutely no patience for the nonsensical, overly dramatic Divination professor, Sybll Trelawney. Her lack of patience was only compounded by frustration at Albus' frankly bewildering confidence in Sybll's talents, as well as his turning a blind eye to the woman's caterwauling.
In the end, Minerva grit her teeth and resigned herself to Sybll's presence, for Albus, for the sake of her students who had to deal with her, and for her pride as a Lion. No matter what else, she was a Gryffindor, and Gryffindors do not back down over silly little things like attention-starved loonies. Even if said loonies wandered around looking like a mouldering carnival fortune teller, smelling like they'd bathed in patchouli and Sherry.
Despite Minerva's reluctant patience with Sybll, there was one sure-fire way to get her in a temper, and that was for the musty old fraud to start making death predictions about her students. So, when Minerva heard Sybll hissing and moaning to herself as she passed by the Divination tower, she turned on her heel and headed in the opposite direction. Perhaps she should have stayed to hear the so-called Prediction, so that she could pass it on to Ablus. Perhaps she should have at least informed the man about it, to see if he could track down a portrait that had over-heard what the mad woman was saying. Perhaps a lot of things, but the fact remained that Minerva did none of these things, having long run out of patience with having to deal with the bug-eyed fraud.
In the end, her temper ruled her and, as no one was around to witness it, she let it rule her without regret. She knew she would wonder, later, what it is that Sybll had supposedly predicted, but for now, her temper was too high to allow rationality.
Her temper had been short for a while, to be honest...ever since Albus had pulled little Harry Potter from his friends and school and hid him so completely that even his godfather and father's old friend, Remus Lupin, supposedly didn't know where he was. So, maybe she was feeling a little angry and defensive on behalf of one of her precious Lion Cubs, and maybe it was foolhardy to risk who-knows-what by ignoring a potential prophecy in order to snub Albus, but she had her pride still and was above pettier revenges...for now. If he didn't like it, well...Tough Titty for him.
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In her smoky tower, Sybll Trelawney frantically rocked, back and forth, back and forth, from her spot on the floor where she had fallen three hours previously, while making tea. Her eyes were milky and glazed from her powerful vision, her voice nearly wrecked from shouting the same thing over and over, for hours and hours...
"He Comes...He Comes...He Who Courts Death Comes..."
[End Chapter]
