She sat at a table; quill in hand, a blank sheet of paper in front of her. Usually words flowed freely to her, yet, today seemed to be the end of that good luck. What was she going to say?
She knew she had to. It was the only thing she could do. After all, her negligence had almost gotten a student killed. She touched the quill to the parchment. She would not be responsible for a death. Never in all her years of teaching had she done something so careless, so stupid before. An ink blot dropped on the parchment. A tear dropped on her sleeve. It was the right thing to do and yet it hurt so much. Why hadn't she done the sensible thing?
Who would have known that a teacher could fail so horribly? She took a steadying breath and set the quill to the parchment.
Albus~
I'm sorry for the trouble I caused. I feel that it is my duty to resign and prevent further incidents from occurring. Please accept this as my two weeks notice.
Minerva McGonagall