It was 6.59 p.m. and Albus Dumbledore felt nervous. And he felt nervous about being nervous. Why was he, after all? Just another night, just another detention with a student who hadn't known how to behave properly in class… A very normal thing.
But nothing was normal when it considered Minerva McGonagall…
That girl had something about her. Something mature and yet something young…. Something strange, yet something wonderful. Minerva was a beauty, certainly, but an unusual kind of beauty. Her pretty face somehow was… eclipsed by the radiant, almost ethereal, look in her eyes. And by her ever-present intelligence. It was a law of nature- and of jealous girls- that beauty and brains couldn't go together. It "wasn't fair". Yet, Minerva possessed both of them.
And that somehow made Albus nervous.
A soft knock on the door made him look up, and suddenly she stood before him, his student, that tall, dark-haired girl with her bewitching face.
"Hello, Professor Dumbledore." she said formally, taking her cloak of. Somehow, Albus was disappointed. The look in her eyes was a rather… uncomfortable one. As if she didn't want to be here.
"But of course she doesn't want to be here, you coot!" Albus said to himself. "This is detention, remember?"
But the strangely aching feeling didn't leave him.
"Hello, Minerva. I have some essays for you to correct. They are over there. By the way- do you want a cup of hot cocoa?"
He saw the girl raise her eyebrows, yet she smiled- a bit forcedly.
"Sure, Professor. Thank you."
As Minerva sat down at the desk and slowly sipped from her cup, allowing the sweet heat flow through her body, she sighed.
"Anything wrong, Minerva?"
Quickly, Minerva's head snapped up, as she found herself staring into the light blue, deep, yet concerned eyes of her teacher.
"No, Professor." she managed to say with a polite smile.
"No, of course not."
"Oh…" Albus commented as he sat down as well, looking down on the bent, ebony-haired head of the girl.
What was wrong with her? And what was wrong with him for wondering what was wrong with her? What was this girl more to him than a student?
Nothing… except a brilliant person and the daughter of one of his best friends… and a beautiful girl, and quite a nice companion, even when she was behaving so distantly…
So he guessed she was way more to him than a student.
But nothing was normal when it considered Minerva McGonagall…
That girl had something about her. Something mature and yet something young…. Something strange, yet something wonderful. Minerva was a beauty, certainly, but an unusual kind of beauty. Her pretty face somehow was… eclipsed by the radiant, almost ethereal, look in her eyes. And by her ever-present intelligence. It was a law of nature- and of jealous girls- that beauty and brains couldn't go together. It "wasn't fair". Yet, Minerva possessed both of them.
And that somehow made Albus nervous.
A soft knock on the door made him look up, and suddenly she stood before him, his student, that tall, dark-haired girl with her bewitching face.
"Hello, Professor Dumbledore." she said formally, taking her cloak of. Somehow, Albus was disappointed. The look in her eyes was a rather… uncomfortable one. As if she didn't want to be here.
"But of course she doesn't want to be here, you coot!" Albus said to himself. "This is detention, remember?"
But the strangely aching feeling didn't leave him.
"Hello, Minerva. I have some essays for you to correct. They are over there. By the way- do you want a cup of hot cocoa?"
He saw the girl raise her eyebrows, yet she smiled- a bit forcedly.
"Sure, Professor. Thank you."
As Minerva sat down at the desk and slowly sipped from her cup, allowing the sweet heat flow through her body, she sighed.
"Anything wrong, Minerva?"
Quickly, Minerva's head snapped up, as she found herself staring into the light blue, deep, yet concerned eyes of her teacher.
"No, Professor." she managed to say with a polite smile.
"No, of course not."
"Oh…" Albus commented as he sat down as well, looking down on the bent, ebony-haired head of the girl.
What was wrong with her? And what was wrong with him for wondering what was wrong with her? What was this girl more to him than a student?
Nothing… except a brilliant person and the daughter of one of his best friends… and a beautiful girl, and quite a nice companion, even when she was behaving so distantly…
So he guessed she was way more to him than a student.