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A/N: This is the second chapter of "Detention!" I hope you enjoy it!


Minerva McGonagall gaped at Professor Dumbledore, utterly dumbstruck. Can he do that? she wondered. Since when do teachers get detention?

"You will be informed of the time and the place later today," said Dumbledore finally, and he walked out of the office, shutting the door behind him.

Professor McGonagall was still staring at the door after he left. Finally she was able to bring her eyes away from where the Headmaster was once standing. I can't believe he just did that! she thought as she resumed the marking of the fifth-year essays. Of all the odd things he's done, this has got to be the strangest. And he certainly didn't sound like he was kidding. The twinkle in his eyes -- oh, how I love those blue eyes -- was absent, and he wasn't smiling at all. She hastily continued grading essay after essay, so they would be done by three o' clock. When she finished this task, she got up and gathered the necessary materials for her 3:10 class. Then she briskly exited her office and headed to the Transfiguration classroom.

There were a few early students, all Ravenclaws. It was the last class of the day, double Transfiguration for the second year Ravenclaws and Gryffindors. These students were generally well-behaved, and Minerva was grateful for that. If the students were usually troublemakers, there was the possibility that she'd have to give out a detention, which might accidentally conflict with her own. Of course she could always change the time of a student's detention, but she would feel very stupid because of the reason for the change.

Once all of the students arrived, Professor McGonagall collected their last homework assignment. Afterwards, she began teaching the day's lesson. While she was demonstrating the procedure for turning a beetle into a button, Professor Dumbledore popped his head into the room.

"Excuse me, Professor McGonagall?" he interrupted.

Minerva quickly transfigured the beetle into a button so that it wouldn't crawl away and replied, "Yes, Dumbledore?"

The Headmaster entered the classroom, holding a piece of parchment in his hand.

"Here is the information regarding the detention you received, Professor," he said casually as he walked past the student desks. Several of the students had confused looks. A few others seemed slightly amused. From what they heard, it sounded like Professor McGonagall, their strict Transfiguration teacher and Deputy Headmistress of the school, had gotten a detention!

"...Thank you, Headmaster," she murmured, feeling her face flush with color. She knew the students were very curious about the situation. Really, how could Albus embarrass her like that? It's not every day a teacher gets a detention, especially one like Professor McGonagall, who was usually a real stickler for rules. Albus just smiled at her and walked out of the room.

If I didn't love him so much, I'd hex the crazy man! Minerva thought, scowling.

She thrusted a jar of beetles at a student and commanded tartly, "Give one to each student." The Transfiguration professor walked swiftly back to her desk and instructed the class to turn their beetles into buttons. "Once you've successfully transformed your beetle," she added, "please write a one-foot essay on the method by which you did it. If you are unsuccessful during this class period, you must still write an essay on the procedure. It will be due the next lesson."

Professor McGonagall sat down in her desk chair and unrolled the parchment that Dumbledore had given her. It read as follows:

Dear Minerva,

Please arrive at my office at eight o' clock sharp on the night of September 5, which is tonight. I expect you to be on time, Minerva, as you always are. Details of your detention will be discussed further upon your arrival. See you at eight!

Albus.

Minerva rolled up the parchment again and placed it in her robes pocket. She sighed softly pondered the afternoon's events. I've landed myself in detention, and I'm a teacher! The thought would normally sound amusing, but of course she found nothing funny about it. Sure, I shouldn't have yelled at Albus; he is the Headmaster, after all. But still, detention? Isn't that a bit over the top? she thought. She frowned and wondered what kind of punishment she could possibly receive from Albus. Lines, maybe. 'I must not yell at the Headmaster.' 'I will not skip meals so I can work.'

She shook off her thoughts and stood up. She circled the classroom slowly, observing the progress of the second years. Many of the students transfigured their beetles successfully and were working on their homework. Finally the bell sounded for the end of the lesson. The students gathered their belongings, and Minerva made her way back to her desk. When the last of the students left, she decided to write up some lesson plans. There was a little over one hour until dinner would begin, and she figured she could get a lot accomplished. About forty-five minutes later, Minerva had reached the week of December 12. She was about to write something about transfiguring squirrels when the annoying poltergeist, Peeves, interrupted her.

"Word in the halls tells me you have detention!" he cackled gleefully, wearing a silly smile. Professor McGonagall looked up at him, stunned.

"Wh-wh-what?" she spluttered. How had the news spread so fast? she wondered. "Wh-who told you something so ridiculous?" she asked, trying to pretend it wasn't true.

"I overhead some Gryffindors," Peeves said, his grin widening. "And I heard it from Dumbledore himself!"

Dumbledore told him? How could he do such a thing! Professor McGonagall thought, completely aghast. She remained sitting, her face contorting with rage and shock.

"Mwehehehehe! Your name will go down in history! The only teacher to ever get a detention!" he laughed maniacally and zoomed around the room, sprinkling confetti all over the place.

"I should curse that Dumbledore!" Professor McGonagall muttered angrily, shaking with fury.

"And then you'd get ANOTHER detention!" Peeves guffawed and swooped out of the room, throwing the last of his confetti on Professor McGonagall's head.

I definitely didn't do anything to deserve this, Minerva thought as she waved her wand, making all the confetti disappear. She sighed exasperatedly and continued scrawling away on her parchment, writing up plans for week after week. Finally the clock struck six, which signaled the start of the evening meal. She rolled up her lesson plans and placed them neatly in her desk. Hoping to avoid awkward encounters in the hallway, she quickly walked to the Great Hall, brushing past everyone and ignoring all the murmurs among the students about her detention. When she reached the Great Hall, she was horrified at what she saw.

Peeves was hanging up a large banner that said in large, bold letters,

"PROFESSOR MINERVA MCGONAGALL RECEIVED A DETENTION FROM THE HEADMASTER, A FIRST IN HOGWARTS HISTORY! THE NEWS CAME STRAIGHT FROM PROFESSOR DUMBLEDORE HIMSELF!"

The poltergeist was dancing around happily. The students early to dinner were surprised at the news, wondering if it was really true. They chuckled among themselves until they saw Professor McGonagall herself. The Transfiguration teacher stood rooted to the spot, mortified. Finally she found her voice.

"PEEVES!" she barked. "Take that banner down this instant!"

Peeves giggled, hopped onto the Hufflepuff table, and broke into song:

"Oh, teacher, you creature, oh, what have you done?
You give out detentions, but now you've got one.
Oh, Minerva, you deserve a... detentio-o-on.
Who knows what you did, but you earned yourself one.
Oh, Minnie --"

"That's enough, Peeves!" Professor McGonagall yelled. Most of the school had arrived at the Great Hall. The Slytherins sniggered in delight. Professor Snape, Head of the Slytherin House, seemed to be suppressing a smile. At last, to Minerva's relief, Professor Dumbledore arrived. Everybody silenced.

"Peeves, take down that banner," he said authoratively. "And please leave the Great Hall."

Peeves reluctantly obeyed the Headmaster and exited the Great Hall, the banner flying behind him, but not without sticking his tongue out at Professor McGonagall. Slowly, the students and staff took their seats, and dinner was as normal as it could be. Before Minerva could head up to the staff table, Professor Dumbledore pulled her aside.

"Minerva --" he began, but Professor McGonagall cut him off.

"Did you have to tell Peeves, Albus?" she cried. "Out of everyone, you told Peeves!"

"I'm sorry, Minerva," he apologized. "I realize what a mistake I made in telling Peeves."

Minerva glared at him for a moment. Then she sighed heavily, shrugged and said, "Come on. Let's just go have dinner." She walked swiftly up to the staff table, her robes billowing behind her, and Professor Dumbledore followed her.

Professor McGonagall ignored the stares of some of the students and didn't make conversation with anybody at dinner. She finished her meal as quickly as possible and got up to leave.

"I'll see you at eight," she said curtly to Dumbledore and exited the Great Hall. When she was back in her office, she exclaimed to no one, "That was the most humiliating thing that ever happened to me!"

She sat at her desk and corrected even more essays until she had to set off for her detention with Albus.


A/N: I hope you liked that! I will try to get the next chapter done as quickly as possible!