Journal of Minerva McGonagall

Week # 3

I must say that it has been an exciting week for me, both personally and professionally. Let us deal with the professional first, since I am more willing to share those thoughts with you.

The students arrived with such a renewed zest for life that it was contagious! I found myself with an extra spring in my step, but there are quite possibly other reasons for that which I will explain later. My new group of Gryffindors looks exceptionally bright this year and I feel very confident that they will rise to the challenges of their professors.

We were graced, once again, with a new song from the Sorting Hat. Albus seemed to take extra delight in it this year. His eyes always light up like a child at Christmas when he's happy. I must remember to ask the Sorting Hat how long it takes to think up such fanciful renditions, as they're quite amusing, even to me! And I believe it took the hat less time to sort the first-years than usual. I must check with Albus, but I think we set a record this year with its' speed.

The down side to my week had to be the schedule fiasco with Severus. He was less than thrilled when all of the first year students appeared in his dungeons for Potions. Rarely do I make such a grievous error but I admit it was my fault. However, we will not be sharing that information with Snape any time soon. He would never let me hear the end of it! But, with some fast thinking and a believable tale, I am certain he was somewhat convinced that Peeves played a major role in the mix-up. I must make sure to inform the Bloody Baron so that he does not unnecessarily punish the poltergeist. Although, I'm sure he has done something mischievous that has managed to go unnoticed.

My first year transfiguration classes were thoroughly excited to learn that they too could change a match into a needle. I always like to start them out simple to build their confidence. Once we've established their varying levels of skill, it is easier for me to plan appropriate classes for them. I wish I could get all of the professors to approach their classes with a similar philosophy but I do understand that we all have our own preferred style. Maybe, if I speak to Albus, he will mention this at the next staff meeting. That would give them all plenty of time to rethink their strategies before the start of term after the holidays.

Now for the more personal items for this particular journal entry, we will go back to a few days before the students arrived. I was pleasantly surprised and a bit unnerved when Albus asked me to a private dinner in his chambers. I will admit that I was nervous, seeing as how it had nothing to do with Hogwarts business. I found myself with a case of butterflies, which is so uncharacteristic for me.

When I arrived, my breath was taken away momentarily. He had a beautiful table prepared by the house elves and the candles seemed to produce a brilliant glow as their light touched the wine glasses. He had even purchased a wonderful smelling bouquet of fresh flowers from Hogsmeade. I have been astounded at how long they have remained fresh. I must remember to ask him if he placed a longevity charm on them. I have them on my bedside table so that I can see them before drifting off to sleep and when I awake in the mornings. Listen to me, I sound like a schoolgirl!

The meal that night was excellent. The kitchen elves really outdid themselves. We chatted over a bottle of wine, which helped to relax my nerves. Oh, I almost forgot to mention. Since the students had not yet returned and there were few staff members already here, I decided to wear something different for a change. I chose my favorite red dress robes and from the look on Albus' face when I entered, I am sure he was a bit shocked and pleased. I could feel my face getting warm as I am sure my cheeks turned a bright pink! Honestly, the man has a way of calming and unsettling me all at the same time. It's truly wonderful.

After dinner, we chatted for a while until I mentioned that it was getting late. It was then that he suggested a friendly game of chess, my one weakness besides quidditch! As he prepared two cups of cocoa, which was much sweeter than I would have liked, I set up the board. In no time at all, we had started the game but I noticed that Albus was not giving it his full attention. I certainly hope I didn't say something to offend him. No, that probably wasn't it because our conversation was full of laughter and merriment. Journal, I know it's too much to hope for but maybe…just maybe he feels something for me.

Sorry…got a bit off track for a moment. Where was I? Oh yes, the chess game. To make a short story even shorter, Albus was not focused on the game and there was a far away look in his eyes. It was almost as if he were daydreaming, although I am not sure if that was good or bad. Needless to say, he suffered a sound defeat. After storing the pieces away, I returned to my own chambers with flowers in hand. But before I could leave, Albus walked me to the door, thanked me for a lovely evening and then softly kissed the back of my hand. I almost melted as his hand took mine and then when his lips brushed against my skin…well….I believe I have said more than enough. I certainly hope he will ask me to share another evening such as this one with him soon.

Good evening and I shall update you again next week.

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