"Miss McGonagall, could you please show me what you have already accomplished today?"
He tried to keep his voice as cold as possible. Actually, he'd found her quite amusing. She had not really been rude with him- she'd just ignored him. Chattered with that Weasley girl she had, trying very hard to avoid every eye contact with him. But now, as she heard her name, she did look in his eyes, and the cold look in her eyes almost made him shiver. Why oh why was she so difficult? According to his fellow teachers, she was a mature, respectful and attentive girl. Yes, he had sounded them out a bit. But he had not complained about her. That was his pride- he would not complain, he would handle this on his own.
"Miss McGonagall? I am talking to you."
Minerva nodded, still gazing into his eyes coolly.
"I know, Professor Dumbledore." she then spoke softly, trying to look submissive- and totally failing.
"So?"
"So what, Professor Dumbledore?"
Albus inhaled deeply and slowly, very slowly let his breath out again. Was she trying to make him lose his temper? He never lost his temper while teaching. That exactly was it, that made it hard for him to admit that she was succeeding. He was losing his temper. She was not funny anymore- nor amusing.
"So what have you already accomplished today, Miss McGonagall?"
"I have accomplished to speak three polite sentences to you, Professor Dumbledore. I think it is a most worthy aim to speak four ones. But-" she continued, as the class held their breath in unison. Minerva was going out of line- way out of line.
"I don't want to "show off", Professor Dumbledore, so I don't think I'll manage to do so…"
Tammy gasped as she looked at her friend. Minerva was staring at her feet, as if she was the most shy and polite student ever. Yet, the faint smile on her face proved that she certainly wasn't. She was enjoying herself.
The whole class stared at Albus Dumbledore- and even the twins realized that Minerva had gone too far. Albus was furious. Yet, he once more controlled himself and even managed to produce a smile.
"Always funny, aren't you, Miss McGonagall? Yet, though your aim is indeed a very, very worthy one, I am teaching Transfigurations here, and thus I must ask you to show that you can transfigure the beautiful pillow in front of you into a mouse. Would you please…?"
Minerva smiled fake-friendly.
"But of course, Professor Dumbledore."
The exaggerated politeness between them only underlined the mutual enmity that shone from their eyes.
Minerva raised her wand, and with a very faint gesture perfectly performed the Transfiguration.
Albus nodded and mockingly started to applaud slowly.
"Nice, Miss McGonagall. You are lucky that you are very talented."
"Why am I lucky because of that, Professor Dumbledore?"
"Because you have absolutely not paid attention during any of my past lessons."
Minerva stared at her teacher and smiled.
"Oh yes I have, Professor. How could I otherwise be able to do all these wonderful transfigurations, without any of your great advices?"
"Miss McGonagall, you are, I think, the most arrogant student I have ever had the pleasure to teach. Not that I can speak of a pleasure here."
Albus Dumbledore was angry.
But Minerva was angry as well. She stood up, cheeks fiery red.
"I am not arrogant, Professor. And speaking of your great advices…. not that you have BLOODY GIVEN ANY!"
The last three words had come out as a hysterical cry.
She had lost her temper.
Tammy Weasley could not oppress a sigh and hid her face in her hands.
"You have gone too far." she muttered to her friend, who totally ignored her comment.
But Albus knew that Tammy was right. Minerva McGonagall had went out of line again, and how…
"Miss McGonagall, your rudeness is really amazing. I think I am going to take ten points from Gryffindor. Maybe that'll teach you…"
"Fine!" Minerva cried, hardly noticing that all her fellow students were staring at her. She hysterically grabbed her books and wand together.
"But I am not staying here! I am not. Not, not, not…"
To her great surprise, Tammy saw tears on her friend's cheeks as she looked one last time at the so-hated teacher. Minerva did never cry…
And she ran off, as Albus Dumbledore furiously spoke
"That'll cost you a week detention, Miss McGonagall! And you better show up! Tonight, 7 o'clock!"
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He tried to keep his voice as cold as possible. Actually, he'd found her quite amusing. She had not really been rude with him- she'd just ignored him. Chattered with that Weasley girl she had, trying very hard to avoid every eye contact with him. But now, as she heard her name, she did look in his eyes, and the cold look in her eyes almost made him shiver. Why oh why was she so difficult? According to his fellow teachers, she was a mature, respectful and attentive girl. Yes, he had sounded them out a bit. But he had not complained about her. That was his pride- he would not complain, he would handle this on his own.
"Miss McGonagall? I am talking to you."
Minerva nodded, still gazing into his eyes coolly.
"I know, Professor Dumbledore." she then spoke softly, trying to look submissive- and totally failing.
"So?"
"So what, Professor Dumbledore?"
Albus inhaled deeply and slowly, very slowly let his breath out again. Was she trying to make him lose his temper? He never lost his temper while teaching. That exactly was it, that made it hard for him to admit that she was succeeding. He was losing his temper. She was not funny anymore- nor amusing.
"So what have you already accomplished today, Miss McGonagall?"
"I have accomplished to speak three polite sentences to you, Professor Dumbledore. I think it is a most worthy aim to speak four ones. But-" she continued, as the class held their breath in unison. Minerva was going out of line- way out of line.
"I don't want to "show off", Professor Dumbledore, so I don't think I'll manage to do so…"
Tammy gasped as she looked at her friend. Minerva was staring at her feet, as if she was the most shy and polite student ever. Yet, the faint smile on her face proved that she certainly wasn't. She was enjoying herself.
The whole class stared at Albus Dumbledore- and even the twins realized that Minerva had gone too far. Albus was furious. Yet, he once more controlled himself and even managed to produce a smile.
"Always funny, aren't you, Miss McGonagall? Yet, though your aim is indeed a very, very worthy one, I am teaching Transfigurations here, and thus I must ask you to show that you can transfigure the beautiful pillow in front of you into a mouse. Would you please…?"
Minerva smiled fake-friendly.
"But of course, Professor Dumbledore."
The exaggerated politeness between them only underlined the mutual enmity that shone from their eyes.
Minerva raised her wand, and with a very faint gesture perfectly performed the Transfiguration.
Albus nodded and mockingly started to applaud slowly.
"Nice, Miss McGonagall. You are lucky that you are very talented."
"Why am I lucky because of that, Professor Dumbledore?"
"Because you have absolutely not paid attention during any of my past lessons."
Minerva stared at her teacher and smiled.
"Oh yes I have, Professor. How could I otherwise be able to do all these wonderful transfigurations, without any of your great advices?"
"Miss McGonagall, you are, I think, the most arrogant student I have ever had the pleasure to teach. Not that I can speak of a pleasure here."
Albus Dumbledore was angry.
But Minerva was angry as well. She stood up, cheeks fiery red.
"I am not arrogant, Professor. And speaking of your great advices…. not that you have BLOODY GIVEN ANY!"
The last three words had come out as a hysterical cry.
She had lost her temper.
Tammy Weasley could not oppress a sigh and hid her face in her hands.
"You have gone too far." she muttered to her friend, who totally ignored her comment.
But Albus knew that Tammy was right. Minerva McGonagall had went out of line again, and how…
"Miss McGonagall, your rudeness is really amazing. I think I am going to take ten points from Gryffindor. Maybe that'll teach you…"
"Fine!" Minerva cried, hardly noticing that all her fellow students were staring at her. She hysterically grabbed her books and wand together.
"But I am not staying here! I am not. Not, not, not…"
To her great surprise, Tammy saw tears on her friend's cheeks as she looked one last time at the so-hated teacher. Minerva did never cry…
And she ran off, as Albus Dumbledore furiously spoke
"That'll cost you a week detention, Miss McGonagall! And you better show up! Tonight, 7 o'clock!"
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