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to J.K Rowling and all of them. This applies for all chapters included in
this story.
A girl sat impatiently in front of a computer monitor and tapped her fingers on her mouse, a habit she had when she was annoyed. She glanced up at her mouse again. There was a little hourglass instead of an arrow. Still. She sighed and took off her rectangular shaped glasses, holding them up to the light to make sure that they were spotless. They were. She wiped them off again and placed them on the bridge of her nose. She squinted at the computer. Waiting.
"ARGH!" She let out a cry of frustration that rang through the house.
As if her computer had been listening to her cry of frustration, suddenly a page loaded. There was a series of links across the top.
Fiction Alley Park: The High Table: Minerva Magic VIII, "McGonagroupies Unite!"
She let out a sigh of relief the page she'd been waiting for popped up. Finally! She scrolled down idly through the already bursting thread. Not only will they start a new thread on you when you're at school, but they'll post as well. No, you have to be watching them all the time. The 'they' that she was thinking about, was a group. Not only a group, but a group of the most dedicated Minerva McGonagall fans that you should ever have the good fortune to meet. They affectionately referred to themselves as the honorary, the noble, McGonagroupies.
The thread that they happened to meet on was called Minerva Magic. This thread was moderated by the almighty Gwendolyn Grace. This is relevant, because it's where it all starts. When a new, mysterious user logs into their thread, by the name of Minerva G. McGonagall, it causes a little amusement, a lot of laughs, and some mystery. Some of the other McGonagroupies -Punurple and SkyRenaeMcgonagall to be precise- decided to pose as a couple of her colleagues, adding to the mass confusion, and indeed, laughter. But, little did the happy, obsessed fangirls know, their fun was about to be cut short, by the almighty, all powerful Gwendolyn Grace.
When they received a bold, and to the point edit, stating that Roll Playing was not allowed in the park, two of the 'mysterious' characters fessed up. One however, had not yet been heard from and confirmed to be just a fellow McGonagroupie with too much time on her hands. This is where our story starts. The girl at the computer swished her chin length chestnut hair out of her face and began to type furiously, giggling as she went. She was replying to the two confessions she'd just witnessed, and was quite amused. She hit send and sat back as her browser took her to the message she'd posted. However, before she could read it over, a message popped up on her screen.
It was a small window with a letter opening and re-opening itself and the words: "You've Got Mail" flashing over and over at the bottom. She sighed again -she does this a lot, you may notice- and clicked on it. It was probably another message notifying her that "so and so has just posted at a thread that you have subscribed to". But, when she got to the page of her inbox, and scanned through the mass piles of Spam, she noticed a letter from an unfamiliar e-mail address. Tabby_Stripes@Hogwarts.edu Wary that it might be a virus, or someone trying to trick her into something, she opened it cautiously. There was a full length letter that succeeded in confusing her. Before reading it, she scrolled all the way to the bottom. The final line read: "Yours Sincerely, Minerva G. McGonagall."
Her heart was beating fast now. It was every McGonagroupie's dream to receive a letter from -or from someone claiming to be- Minerva McGonagall. She began at the top of the letter. It read:
IDear Miss Mini Minerva, I am quite flattered that your 'thread' would feature me as a topic. However, the amount that you know about myself and my world is quite unnerving. As you doubtlessly know from your, "Harry Potter" books, there is a war going on in our world. He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named is now targeting Muggles and Muggleborns, as well as anyone who defies him. This also, I regret to inform you, includes you and your fellow,"McGonagroupies".
You-Know-Who is targeting anyone who knows about the magical world, and your thread is particularly at risk, because the person you happen to discuss and learn about is someone he has been against since he was known as Tom Riddle; myself. Since your thread discusses not only my life, but alleged romantic relations between Professor Dumbledore and I, he is predictably very eager to get any information that you might have about me, Albus, or how he can get to either of us. He believes that he can get this information out of you, and is now very determined to get it.
Which is why Albus and I have a proposition for you. We would like, for the safety of you, and anyone whom you may have information about, to come to a 'safe house' that Albus and I have set up. Your families will be notified and well protected, I can assure you. I did not, as I had intended, get to relay this message to you through your thread, because of a certain, Moderator, by the name of Gwendolyn Grace forbidding our 'role playing' as she put it.
I have sent this message to a few of your other thread mates, and I await a reply from each of you.
Yours Sincerely, Minerva G. McGonagall. /I
Mini Minerva's jaw dropped and she stared in confusion at the letter she was reading. Slowly, she grinned. This must be one of Sky's jokes. She hit the 'new message button and typed up a short message to one of her friends.
ISky, Ha ha ha! So funny! This is hilarious! Did you send this off to Punurple or Vicks or anyone else yet? You should! I'll forward it! It sounded really real! ROTFL! Well, all. Lurve Mini Minerva /I
She hit the send button, smirking, and closed her box to go and eat dinner. Little did she know, a few other people were reading the very same letter in confusion.
A girl sat impatiently in front of a computer monitor and tapped her fingers on her mouse, a habit she had when she was annoyed. She glanced up at her mouse again. There was a little hourglass instead of an arrow. Still. She sighed and took off her rectangular shaped glasses, holding them up to the light to make sure that they were spotless. They were. She wiped them off again and placed them on the bridge of her nose. She squinted at the computer. Waiting.
"ARGH!" She let out a cry of frustration that rang through the house.
As if her computer had been listening to her cry of frustration, suddenly a page loaded. There was a series of links across the top.
Fiction Alley Park: The High Table: Minerva Magic VIII, "McGonagroupies Unite!"
She let out a sigh of relief the page she'd been waiting for popped up. Finally! She scrolled down idly through the already bursting thread. Not only will they start a new thread on you when you're at school, but they'll post as well. No, you have to be watching them all the time. The 'they' that she was thinking about, was a group. Not only a group, but a group of the most dedicated Minerva McGonagall fans that you should ever have the good fortune to meet. They affectionately referred to themselves as the honorary, the noble, McGonagroupies.
The thread that they happened to meet on was called Minerva Magic. This thread was moderated by the almighty Gwendolyn Grace. This is relevant, because it's where it all starts. When a new, mysterious user logs into their thread, by the name of Minerva G. McGonagall, it causes a little amusement, a lot of laughs, and some mystery. Some of the other McGonagroupies -Punurple and SkyRenaeMcgonagall to be precise- decided to pose as a couple of her colleagues, adding to the mass confusion, and indeed, laughter. But, little did the happy, obsessed fangirls know, their fun was about to be cut short, by the almighty, all powerful Gwendolyn Grace.
When they received a bold, and to the point edit, stating that Roll Playing was not allowed in the park, two of the 'mysterious' characters fessed up. One however, had not yet been heard from and confirmed to be just a fellow McGonagroupie with too much time on her hands. This is where our story starts. The girl at the computer swished her chin length chestnut hair out of her face and began to type furiously, giggling as she went. She was replying to the two confessions she'd just witnessed, and was quite amused. She hit send and sat back as her browser took her to the message she'd posted. However, before she could read it over, a message popped up on her screen.
It was a small window with a letter opening and re-opening itself and the words: "You've Got Mail" flashing over and over at the bottom. She sighed again -she does this a lot, you may notice- and clicked on it. It was probably another message notifying her that "so and so has just posted at a thread that you have subscribed to". But, when she got to the page of her inbox, and scanned through the mass piles of Spam, she noticed a letter from an unfamiliar e-mail address. Tabby_Stripes@Hogwarts.edu Wary that it might be a virus, or someone trying to trick her into something, she opened it cautiously. There was a full length letter that succeeded in confusing her. Before reading it, she scrolled all the way to the bottom. The final line read: "Yours Sincerely, Minerva G. McGonagall."
Her heart was beating fast now. It was every McGonagroupie's dream to receive a letter from -or from someone claiming to be- Minerva McGonagall. She began at the top of the letter. It read:
IDear Miss Mini Minerva, I am quite flattered that your 'thread' would feature me as a topic. However, the amount that you know about myself and my world is quite unnerving. As you doubtlessly know from your, "Harry Potter" books, there is a war going on in our world. He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named is now targeting Muggles and Muggleborns, as well as anyone who defies him. This also, I regret to inform you, includes you and your fellow,"McGonagroupies".
You-Know-Who is targeting anyone who knows about the magical world, and your thread is particularly at risk, because the person you happen to discuss and learn about is someone he has been against since he was known as Tom Riddle; myself. Since your thread discusses not only my life, but alleged romantic relations between Professor Dumbledore and I, he is predictably very eager to get any information that you might have about me, Albus, or how he can get to either of us. He believes that he can get this information out of you, and is now very determined to get it.
Which is why Albus and I have a proposition for you. We would like, for the safety of you, and anyone whom you may have information about, to come to a 'safe house' that Albus and I have set up. Your families will be notified and well protected, I can assure you. I did not, as I had intended, get to relay this message to you through your thread, because of a certain, Moderator, by the name of Gwendolyn Grace forbidding our 'role playing' as she put it.
I have sent this message to a few of your other thread mates, and I await a reply from each of you.
Yours Sincerely, Minerva G. McGonagall. /I
Mini Minerva's jaw dropped and she stared in confusion at the letter she was reading. Slowly, she grinned. This must be one of Sky's jokes. She hit the 'new message button and typed up a short message to one of her friends.
ISky, Ha ha ha! So funny! This is hilarious! Did you send this off to Punurple or Vicks or anyone else yet? You should! I'll forward it! It sounded really real! ROTFL! Well, all. Lurve Mini Minerva /I
She hit the send button, smirking, and closed her box to go and eat dinner. Little did she know, a few other people were reading the very same letter in confusion.