Scene Two: Still Somewhere In Scotland
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"Willard, my wand, where is my wand?" Marcus McGonagall yelled. "I'll put it right in his heart!"
Willard, the red-haired butler, muttered, as he took out his Master's cloak.
"Don't yell like that, Sir, it makes your Scottish brogue so painfully obvious…"
"What?" exclaimed his master, now looking a strange sort of purple-red.
"What did you say, Willard?"
The other man looked at his master and politely smiled.
"Nothing, Sir. Now are you leaving this evening?"
"Of course!" McGonagall exclaimed, balling his fists. "Of course I am leaving- I am Apparating to the Ministry of Magic immediately, and then we will see whom they will listen to!"
The other man curtly nodded and bowed.
"Good, Sir. And - Sir?"
"Yes?"
"Is there- perhaps something wrong with young Mistress Minerva?"
Marcus coughed and nodded as he nervously started to swing his wand.
"Yes, there is, Willard. There most certainly is. With that- that Dumbledore! But I will get her back! I will go to… and…"
Silently, Willard the butler wondered how it would look when his master's head exploded. Not a very nice sight it'd be, he decided, so he quickly interrupted the other man.
"So Miss Minerva will be home for dinner tonight?"
Marcus snorted as he put on his cloak.
"Damn sure she will! I will not have my daughter- abducted- by Albus Dumbledore! That man is an absolute villain! Goodbye, Willard!"
With a soft pop, the dark-haired wizard Disapparated.
And Apparated again in front of the Ministry of Magic.
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"Willard, my wand, where is my wand?" Marcus McGonagall yelled. "I'll put it right in his heart!"
Willard, the red-haired butler, muttered, as he took out his Master's cloak.
"Don't yell like that, Sir, it makes your Scottish brogue so painfully obvious…"
"What?" exclaimed his master, now looking a strange sort of purple-red.
"What did you say, Willard?"
The other man looked at his master and politely smiled.
"Nothing, Sir. Now are you leaving this evening?"
"Of course!" McGonagall exclaimed, balling his fists. "Of course I am leaving- I am Apparating to the Ministry of Magic immediately, and then we will see whom they will listen to!"
The other man curtly nodded and bowed.
"Good, Sir. And - Sir?"
"Yes?"
"Is there- perhaps something wrong with young Mistress Minerva?"
Marcus coughed and nodded as he nervously started to swing his wand.
"Yes, there is, Willard. There most certainly is. With that- that Dumbledore! But I will get her back! I will go to… and…"
Silently, Willard the butler wondered how it would look when his master's head exploded. Not a very nice sight it'd be, he decided, so he quickly interrupted the other man.
"So Miss Minerva will be home for dinner tonight?"
Marcus snorted as he put on his cloak.
"Damn sure she will! I will not have my daughter- abducted- by Albus Dumbledore! That man is an absolute villain! Goodbye, Willard!"
With a soft pop, the dark-haired wizard Disapparated.
And Apparated again in front of the Ministry of Magic.