She sighed once again. Being a teacher was a draining life and with students like the Marauders around, she was left with little energy by the end of the day.
Though Professor McGonagall wasn't complaining. She loved teaching her students and couldn't see herself doing anything else. She loved connecting with students and seeing the successes they became. Teaching was her world, her life.
There was a knock at her door. She got up from her desk and walked to the door. When she opened it up, she found no one. Then, she looked at the ground and saw something odd.
It was a bouquet of flowers and a little card. She picked them up and brought them into her office. She placed the flowers in a vase and on her desk. Then she took the card to her favorite chair by the fireplace. It read:
Dear Professor Minnie McGonagall,
We thought you looked a little worn and torn today. We thought that you would like some flowers to cheer you up.
Promise that they aren't a joke.
From your favorite students,
The Marauders
She read the card again as a small smile came onto her face.