Dumbledore sighed. This was going to be more complicated than he thought.
Six years ago, Minerva had been nothing more to him than an exceptionally
bright pupil, and he had been nothing more than another professor to her.
Now, though, that they were on more equal footing, he found he had trouble
not staring at her, even in the students' presence. Worse than that, he
found her staring back more often than not. Granted, there was quite a
difference between her being eighteen and twenty-four, but he was still
about twice her age.
He pet the stray cat that had taken up residence at the school earlier that year. She purred. With a flick of his wand, he brought into existence a bowl of milk and set it on the ground.
"There you go," He said, running his fingers down her back and tail. Whimsically he decided to ask the cat for help. "Well, kitty, I have a problem. I seem to have fallen in love with one of the professors here. Aside from the fact that she's a former student and half my age, what would the other professors say if they found out? What would the governors say?" The cat simply lapped at the nearly empty dish. "Do you think I should say something to her?" he asked. The cat leapt onto the windowsill, nodded once and bounded away.
As soon as the cat reached Professor McGonnagal's window she changed back into the Professor herself. Minerva giggled to herself happily, hugging a bright red pillow to her chest and falling onto her bed. So she had been right about Albus after all. She'd have to be careful now, not to give herself away. Suddenly she stopped and sat upright. Everything he had said was true. It would be risky. If anyone ever caught a word of it. well, they just wouldn't. And the wheels in Minerva McGonnagal's head began to turn.
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He pet the stray cat that had taken up residence at the school earlier that year. She purred. With a flick of his wand, he brought into existence a bowl of milk and set it on the ground.
"There you go," He said, running his fingers down her back and tail. Whimsically he decided to ask the cat for help. "Well, kitty, I have a problem. I seem to have fallen in love with one of the professors here. Aside from the fact that she's a former student and half my age, what would the other professors say if they found out? What would the governors say?" The cat simply lapped at the nearly empty dish. "Do you think I should say something to her?" he asked. The cat leapt onto the windowsill, nodded once and bounded away.
As soon as the cat reached Professor McGonnagal's window she changed back into the Professor herself. Minerva giggled to herself happily, hugging a bright red pillow to her chest and falling onto her bed. So she had been right about Albus after all. She'd have to be careful now, not to give herself away. Suddenly she stopped and sat upright. Everything he had said was true. It would be risky. If anyone ever caught a word of it. well, they just wouldn't. And the wheels in Minerva McGonnagal's head began to turn.
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