"You lost what?!" Professor McGonagall said as Wood told her what happened.
"I don't know what happened! I'm a bloody light sleeper, so I should have woken up. But no, I wake up to find her missing. I looked around a bit before I called you. No one else knows she's missing."
Her hands were being rung together. "That girl is going to get in so much trouble, I can feel it." She took a breath before speaking. "There is one thing I can try before we get Hagrid in here."
She muttered something beneath her breath and suddenly a vine appeared where she should have been sleeping. It grew quickly as it weeved down and off the bed. Slowly it made its way across the room. Until it hit the closet. It stopped before the third one. McGonagall smiled before muttering another spell, which caused it to disappear. She slowly opened the closet. It was empty. She closed the door and tried opening it again. Nothing.
"Now that's strange," she muttered to herself.
"Maybe the vine was wrong. There's nothing in there." Wood pointed out.
"Why of course there's nothing in there! That's what we're meant to see." She pulled the door open and waved her hand in front of it. Something shimmered and in faded Morgan. She was asleep propped in the corner with her knees up to her chest. "My poor baby."
Professor McGonagall leaned forward and pulled the sleeping girl into her arms. She turned to face a very confused Wood. "What was that spell?"
"Oh, the one where Morgan was invisible? That's just her natural response to danger."
"But that only occurs in..."
"Elves, I know Wood." Gazing down at the girl, she moved her hair from around her ears and showed him what needed to be shown. "Her father was an elf."
"What else haven't you told me?"
"Wood, you are too bright for your own good. I see your arm is healed very nicely. You can go back to the Gryffindor common room and get some rest."
"Do you need anymore help?"
"Maybe later." Professor McGonagall left the hospital ward carrying her grandchild.
(After two days of settling in and a tour...)
The place was pretty boring compared to her last choice of schools. Nana sent her on the mother of complete tours. She wasn't impressed. She didn't care to be. She wanted to go home. Every time she remembered that, it hit her that she had no home. Sighing she watched as Hagrid dragged something from the back of his cottage to the front. It was a box. Frowning, she watched him do this until he got to her. He looked at her and straightened up.
"Looks like you need a pick me up." He gestured to the box, "Open it."
"Open it?" she looked at him. "What's in it?"
"You'll see. Open it."
She got down on her knees and glanced at him once more before opening it. Suddenly something sprang out and hit her square in the chest. Still nervous, she yelped as she was knocked over. Soon she found herself face to face with the most interesting blue eye and green eye. She pushed herself off the ground and noticed it was a kitten. It seemed to be a black kitten, until she pet it. Then suddenly it's wings opened and they were the most beautiful shade of silver. The kitten then proceeded to change colors. She became a deep red color but kept her silver wings.
"What type of cat is this?"
"One of a kind. Her mother was a mood cat, they turn different colors with different moods, while her father was a winged cat."
"Neither are common are they?"
"No. I found her a week ago. Both parents were dead so I brought her in. When we came back, I figured you could help each other."
"Do what?"
"Heal."
Looking at the cat she sighed. As her mood shifted, so did the cats. She became a dark blue. "I don't think I can keep her. Nana may not allow it."
"So we have to convince her to then." He patted her shoulder and offered her a hand up. She eyed it before giving in. it was the first time in days she allowed anyone who wasn't her grandmother to touch her. Suddenly something flew past her. With her instincts, she spun and caught it in mid air. "What the bloody hell was that?"
"Good question," she muttered as she opened her palm. In there rested a small gold ball. There were two wings on either side. It beat them a few times before they disappeared. Frowning she showed Hagrid. "What the hell is this?"
"Well, I'll be. You caught the blasted Snitch."
"A what?"
"A Snitch, it's in this game we play. Quidditch, but you wouldn't know about that being raised in the states." He picked it out of her palm. "There must be a team practicing." He tossed it to her in mid-air, which she caught. "You'd better go return it."
Looking at him with the why me look, she sighed. "Where would they be practicing?"
"Over in the Quidditch Field. Don't worry, I'll go with you to see that you don't get lost."
(After interrogating Hagrid about Quidditch...)
They came across the field. It was huge, almost four times as large as a football field. She watched as seven people zoomed about on brooms. Knowing what it was like to fly, she remembered what it was like. She preferred going as a falcon herself. Soon a person on a broom came down to see what they were doing. The person on top she recognized but couldn't place him. When he started talking was when she did.
"Hagrid, nice to see you out here. I see you brought the little McGonagall..."
She interrupted before anything else could be said. "It's LeFay, Morgan LeFay. Where I come from it's rude to speak of a person when they are right there."
"Sorry it's just..."
"Whatever look, I want you to keep an eye on your balls. That sounded so wrong in so many ways but ignore that fact. Just listen. Next time it comes close to hitting me, it'll be gone."
Looking truly confused Wood spoke, "Excuse me?"
"Your Snitch or whatever you call it." She pulled it out of one of her pockets in her bibs and tossed it to him. He caught it. "Keep an eye on it. Because if I catch that blasted thing near me, I'll take it with me as a souvenir."
"You caught the Snitch?"
"And I wasn't even on a broom. May be you are the one who needs practice."
Before Wood could say anything, Hagrid interrupted. "Now children. No need to get our tail feathers ruffled. Wood, we came to return the Snitch, we guessed you'd miss it." Turning to Morgan, "Let's go see what the professor has to say about the wee one."
Remembering the cat perched on her shoulder, she moved her hand to pet it. "Fine Hagrid. Enjoy the rest of your practice and remember what I said." She was turning around when another ball flew past her. She ducked, as the ball would have hit her in the head. Wood gasped. She flipped her hair back and cursed under her breath. "Like I said, keep your balls under control. That ball will get someone killed."
"Bludgers have never killed anyone here at Hogwarts."
"Good for them." She dusted off her jeans and picked the kitten up. That kitten had been thrown off her shoulder and hid behind her legs. It swiftly turned a deep red color. Before Morgan could do anything, Hagrid took her by the arm.
"Well Wood, was nice seeing you again. I must get mistress McGonagall back inside. Tis not good for her to been seen yet. That's what ol' Dumbledore says." Hagrid pulled the girl along after him.
"I don't know what happened! I'm a bloody light sleeper, so I should have woken up. But no, I wake up to find her missing. I looked around a bit before I called you. No one else knows she's missing."
Her hands were being rung together. "That girl is going to get in so much trouble, I can feel it." She took a breath before speaking. "There is one thing I can try before we get Hagrid in here."
She muttered something beneath her breath and suddenly a vine appeared where she should have been sleeping. It grew quickly as it weeved down and off the bed. Slowly it made its way across the room. Until it hit the closet. It stopped before the third one. McGonagall smiled before muttering another spell, which caused it to disappear. She slowly opened the closet. It was empty. She closed the door and tried opening it again. Nothing.
"Now that's strange," she muttered to herself.
"Maybe the vine was wrong. There's nothing in there." Wood pointed out.
"Why of course there's nothing in there! That's what we're meant to see." She pulled the door open and waved her hand in front of it. Something shimmered and in faded Morgan. She was asleep propped in the corner with her knees up to her chest. "My poor baby."
Professor McGonagall leaned forward and pulled the sleeping girl into her arms. She turned to face a very confused Wood. "What was that spell?"
"Oh, the one where Morgan was invisible? That's just her natural response to danger."
"But that only occurs in..."
"Elves, I know Wood." Gazing down at the girl, she moved her hair from around her ears and showed him what needed to be shown. "Her father was an elf."
"What else haven't you told me?"
"Wood, you are too bright for your own good. I see your arm is healed very nicely. You can go back to the Gryffindor common room and get some rest."
"Do you need anymore help?"
"Maybe later." Professor McGonagall left the hospital ward carrying her grandchild.
(After two days of settling in and a tour...)
The place was pretty boring compared to her last choice of schools. Nana sent her on the mother of complete tours. She wasn't impressed. She didn't care to be. She wanted to go home. Every time she remembered that, it hit her that she had no home. Sighing she watched as Hagrid dragged something from the back of his cottage to the front. It was a box. Frowning, she watched him do this until he got to her. He looked at her and straightened up.
"Looks like you need a pick me up." He gestured to the box, "Open it."
"Open it?" she looked at him. "What's in it?"
"You'll see. Open it."
She got down on her knees and glanced at him once more before opening it. Suddenly something sprang out and hit her square in the chest. Still nervous, she yelped as she was knocked over. Soon she found herself face to face with the most interesting blue eye and green eye. She pushed herself off the ground and noticed it was a kitten. It seemed to be a black kitten, until she pet it. Then suddenly it's wings opened and they were the most beautiful shade of silver. The kitten then proceeded to change colors. She became a deep red color but kept her silver wings.
"What type of cat is this?"
"One of a kind. Her mother was a mood cat, they turn different colors with different moods, while her father was a winged cat."
"Neither are common are they?"
"No. I found her a week ago. Both parents were dead so I brought her in. When we came back, I figured you could help each other."
"Do what?"
"Heal."
Looking at the cat she sighed. As her mood shifted, so did the cats. She became a dark blue. "I don't think I can keep her. Nana may not allow it."
"So we have to convince her to then." He patted her shoulder and offered her a hand up. She eyed it before giving in. it was the first time in days she allowed anyone who wasn't her grandmother to touch her. Suddenly something flew past her. With her instincts, she spun and caught it in mid air. "What the bloody hell was that?"
"Good question," she muttered as she opened her palm. In there rested a small gold ball. There were two wings on either side. It beat them a few times before they disappeared. Frowning she showed Hagrid. "What the hell is this?"
"Well, I'll be. You caught the blasted Snitch."
"A what?"
"A Snitch, it's in this game we play. Quidditch, but you wouldn't know about that being raised in the states." He picked it out of her palm. "There must be a team practicing." He tossed it to her in mid-air, which she caught. "You'd better go return it."
Looking at him with the why me look, she sighed. "Where would they be practicing?"
"Over in the Quidditch Field. Don't worry, I'll go with you to see that you don't get lost."
(After interrogating Hagrid about Quidditch...)
They came across the field. It was huge, almost four times as large as a football field. She watched as seven people zoomed about on brooms. Knowing what it was like to fly, she remembered what it was like. She preferred going as a falcon herself. Soon a person on a broom came down to see what they were doing. The person on top she recognized but couldn't place him. When he started talking was when she did.
"Hagrid, nice to see you out here. I see you brought the little McGonagall..."
She interrupted before anything else could be said. "It's LeFay, Morgan LeFay. Where I come from it's rude to speak of a person when they are right there."
"Sorry it's just..."
"Whatever look, I want you to keep an eye on your balls. That sounded so wrong in so many ways but ignore that fact. Just listen. Next time it comes close to hitting me, it'll be gone."
Looking truly confused Wood spoke, "Excuse me?"
"Your Snitch or whatever you call it." She pulled it out of one of her pockets in her bibs and tossed it to him. He caught it. "Keep an eye on it. Because if I catch that blasted thing near me, I'll take it with me as a souvenir."
"You caught the Snitch?"
"And I wasn't even on a broom. May be you are the one who needs practice."
Before Wood could say anything, Hagrid interrupted. "Now children. No need to get our tail feathers ruffled. Wood, we came to return the Snitch, we guessed you'd miss it." Turning to Morgan, "Let's go see what the professor has to say about the wee one."
Remembering the cat perched on her shoulder, she moved her hand to pet it. "Fine Hagrid. Enjoy the rest of your practice and remember what I said." She was turning around when another ball flew past her. She ducked, as the ball would have hit her in the head. Wood gasped. She flipped her hair back and cursed under her breath. "Like I said, keep your balls under control. That ball will get someone killed."
"Bludgers have never killed anyone here at Hogwarts."
"Good for them." She dusted off her jeans and picked the kitten up. That kitten had been thrown off her shoulder and hid behind her legs. It swiftly turned a deep red color. Before Morgan could do anything, Hagrid took her by the arm.
"Well Wood, was nice seeing you again. I must get mistress McGonagall back inside. Tis not good for her to been seen yet. That's what ol' Dumbledore says." Hagrid pulled the girl along after him.