Chapter 8 - The Midnight Meeting

The Doctor stared at Minerva, silently analysing the situation. He saw her hand hovering over her wand, and her eyes were squinted

"What exactly do you mean by inconsistencies, Miss McGonagall?" The Doctor asked, worrying greatly about how he was going to get out of this one. Professor McGonagall spoke up.

"Albus and I were looking through your past qualifications, and we didn't find any trace of further, or even basic, education! Where did you study?" Minerva demanded, pressuring The Doctor into giving an answer.

"Right here. You want to see my graduation certificate?" he asked, pulling his Psychic Paper out of his robe and holding it in front of McGonagall. Instantly, Minerva apologised and allowed The Doctor to go back into his classroom and teach.

"Right! Who's finished their tests?" The Doctor asked, strolling back to the front of the room. All the students stood up and delivered their papers to him. "Good. I'll review these papers overnight and feed back tomorrow."

A couple of minutes later, the lesson ended and everybody stood up to leave the room. As everybody was packing up, The Doctor made his way over to Hermione's desk.

"May I speak to you after class, Miss...?"

"Granger. Yes, I look forward to it." she said, ushering Harry and Ron out the room so she could talk to him. She moved over to the front desk, where The Doctor was now sat.

"So, Professor Smith.."

"The Doctor. We've been over this once." he said, as Hermione's eyes lit up and she smiled.

"I knew it! So we've really met before? Everything that happened yesterday was real?" Hermione questioned, as the final students left the room and the door closed.

"Of course. I took you for the smart one, Granger." The Doctor chuckled, as Hermione slung her bag over her shoulder. "Meet me in my office at midnight. If anyone asks, you've got detention."