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books.
McGonagall slowly opened her eyes, and found her self in her chamber. She shifted on the large bed and sat up slowly, letting the events of the morning flood back to her. Calypso was there. Why hadn't she been notified that she would be turning up back in England? She would have to send and overseas owl to the West's and see what was happening. They had promised her that Calypso would not return. "Feeling better are we?" McGonagall turned to the door of her bedroom.
"Really, I'm fine Albus. There is absolutely no need to be looking after me." She sighed as he walked in, followed by a floating tray of fruits.
"You collapsed in the teachers lounge Minerva. What's wrong? You wouldn't collapse for no reason."
"Well I did, and that's all there is to it." Minerva turned away from him. "Oh, I have to get up. The first years have to be taken care of."
"It's all been done Minerva." She stared at him dumbfounded. "Hagrid took care of it."
"Hagrid! But I've been doing it for years its tradition." Then there came a knock at the door of her chambers. Albus stood up and walked out of her bedroom to answer it. Minerva pricked up her ears and used her cat skills to listen to the conversation.
"I came to see if the professor is alright, sir." A young voice floated around the room, filled with fear and concern. "She's fine Mr Potter. I believe you should run of to class. What do you have now?" "I have Mythology with Professor West." Albus held out his hand and a single sheet of paper appeared. "A not for your lateness. Run along." "Thankyou" Harry called back as he ran.
Mythology, Minerva thought to herself, The girl obviously was well brought up. It took a lot of skill to teach that subject. She stood up and walked over to the window. The sun was up high in the sky now, Madame Hooch had started her flying classes. She smiled as she saw a few of the first years attempting to fly their brooms. It had been along time since she had used her broomstick, a very long time. She didn't know why, but she stopped using it all together after that one night.
Note: Next chapter is a flashback. So I hope nobody gets too confused. Just in case you do I'll say it's a flashback at the start or something.
McGonagall slowly opened her eyes, and found her self in her chamber. She shifted on the large bed and sat up slowly, letting the events of the morning flood back to her. Calypso was there. Why hadn't she been notified that she would be turning up back in England? She would have to send and overseas owl to the West's and see what was happening. They had promised her that Calypso would not return. "Feeling better are we?" McGonagall turned to the door of her bedroom.
"Really, I'm fine Albus. There is absolutely no need to be looking after me." She sighed as he walked in, followed by a floating tray of fruits.
"You collapsed in the teachers lounge Minerva. What's wrong? You wouldn't collapse for no reason."
"Well I did, and that's all there is to it." Minerva turned away from him. "Oh, I have to get up. The first years have to be taken care of."
"It's all been done Minerva." She stared at him dumbfounded. "Hagrid took care of it."
"Hagrid! But I've been doing it for years its tradition." Then there came a knock at the door of her chambers. Albus stood up and walked out of her bedroom to answer it. Minerva pricked up her ears and used her cat skills to listen to the conversation.
"I came to see if the professor is alright, sir." A young voice floated around the room, filled with fear and concern. "She's fine Mr Potter. I believe you should run of to class. What do you have now?" "I have Mythology with Professor West." Albus held out his hand and a single sheet of paper appeared. "A not for your lateness. Run along." "Thankyou" Harry called back as he ran.
Mythology, Minerva thought to herself, The girl obviously was well brought up. It took a lot of skill to teach that subject. She stood up and walked over to the window. The sun was up high in the sky now, Madame Hooch had started her flying classes. She smiled as she saw a few of the first years attempting to fly their brooms. It had been along time since she had used her broomstick, a very long time. She didn't know why, but she stopped using it all together after that one night.
Note: Next chapter is a flashback. So I hope nobody gets too confused. Just in case you do I'll say it's a flashback at the start or something.