Title: The First Lesson
Summary: Minerva's first Transfiguration lesson
Pairing/Characters:
Minerva McGonagall
Rating:
K
Warnings: N/A
Notes:
N/A


It was her first year. Her very first day and she was entering into her very first class. Transfiguration. She was terrified. But, I'm not a Gryffindor for nothing. Minerva entered the classroom with a tremble in her legs. She was the first to arrive. At the front of the class was a tall man with a long white beard. His eyes were bright blue and they twinkled when they turned her way.

"Ah, Miss McGonagall if I'm not mistaken."

Minerva's mouth fell open and she stared at her professor. "H-how did you. . ."

"Lucky guess."

Minerva's eyes widened even more and she stared at Professor Dumbledore until the class started to fill up. She heard the other students before she saw them and she scrambled to a seat near the back. She didn't want to be anywhere near the Professor.

Professor Dumbledore smiled at her actions but his attention was quickly dragged away when the other students entered. It wasn't long before they were all seated and waiting for the lesson to start.

"Welcome, first years. Welcome."

There were a few mumbles and Minerva saw some of the front row students lean back, away from the Professor. Minerva couldn't help letting a small smile slip through at the sight.

"I will be teaching you the art of Transfiguration. Does anyone know what that is?"

No one raised their hands. Minerva wasn't sure if it was because they were too intimidated or if they just didn't know the answer. The room stayed silent while the Professor waited and Minerva couldn't stand it any longer. She raised her hand slightly, almost wishing he wouldn't see. He did.

"Miss McGonagall?"

"The art of changing one thing into another?" She posed it as a question but she knew she was right. Her mother loved talking about Transfiguration.

"Correct, well done. I think that deserves five points to Gryffindor."

Minerva smiled and looked to her desk. A few of the other Gryffindor sent congratulations her way and she thanked them.

"Now. . ."

Minerva listened as Professor Dumbledore rambled on about Transfiguration. She'd heard most of it already but it was amusing when the Professor explained. He used wild hand gestures and would become distracted easily with stories from his school days. Minerva found herself relaxing and enjoying the class.

By the end of the day she had experienced almost all of her classes. Tomorrow was Defence Against the Dark Arts and Charms but she didn't expect her views to change. She knew, without a doubt, that Transfigurations was her favourite subject and Professor Dumbledore was her favourite Professor. I might sit in the front next time.


(w.c 444)

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