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Hogwarts Auction
Day 21, Auction 4: Minerva McGonagall

Word count: 437

Minerva read through one of the million essays that she had to get through. It was a rather laidback class. She'd reviewed last week's spell with them at the beginning, but for the most part, they were only continuing to practice what they'd already learned the theory of. Of course, many of them hadn't attempted the spell at all since the last class, and it showed.

Every so often, she lifted her eyes from the essays and scanned the room, noting who was struggling and who was excelling. If anyone was struggling too much, she would intervene, but no one had reached that point yet. They were still early in the year, and she'd wanted to ease them into things. As strict as they might think she was, she didn't try to overload them with the toughest spells in September.

She scanned the room again and caught sight of Fred and Angelina giggling with each other. She sighed. When they'd sat next to each other at the beginning of class, she'd made a mental note of it. She'd been hoping it wouldn't mean any trouble, but she should have known better.

Fred felt her gaze and turned to look at her. She pursed her lips and raised an eyebrow. Most students would have quieted down after receiving such a look, but Fred only gave her a daring smile. Beside him, Angelina laughed harder, trying to stifle it with her hand.

With a sigh, Minerva stood up, her chair scratching against the floor. A few students looked at her, anxious that she was coming to correct their wandwork. They relaxed when they realized which table she was heading towards. Fred, on the other hand, didn't look bothered at all. He leaned back in his chair as she approached, the same easygoing smile on his face.

"What are the two of you up to?" Minerva asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Flirting, professor," Fred said easily.

Angelina laughed harder, but she tried her best to repress it when Minerva turned to give her a stern look.

"And what are you supposed to be doing?" she asked Fred.

"Conjuring our artefacts."

Minerva frowned down at him. "Yes, so I expect you to get back to it. If I have to come over here again, that will be 10 points from Gryffindor. Understood?"

She looked between the two teenagers, who nodded their agreement. As she turned to go back to her desk, she heard Angelina erupt into giggles behind her. She repressed her own smile, forcing her face into her familiar stern look before she turned back around to face the class.