And another short chapter to hold you over, because I am so nice :O)
It was a totally different Minerva McGonagall that walked into the Great Hall for breakfast on Monday morning. Her face was relaxed, and her cheeks were flushed. She wore royal blue robes, and her hair was in a ponytail instead of its usual bun. She looked years younger. At the head table Albus leaned over to her. "My dear, you're looking well, did you have a good weekend?"
"I did" she replied. "It was very restful."
Xiomara snorted. "Restful my broomstick."
"Shutup Hooch" both Severus and Minerva retorted.
At the Gryffindor table the students were chattering about Minerva's makeover.
"Oy Harry, what did you do to her?" Ron asked.
"I might have misplaced her hair pins and her usual robes." Harry answered vaguely.
"That's a brilliant idea. I may just take a page out of your book." Hermione said.
Throughout the day, both students and professors alike marveled at the change in Minerva.
Alone in their rooms for the night, Harry couldn't resist a playful comment.
"Well Professor McGonagall, you've had a big day today."
"It's McGonagall-Potter, and I have no clue what you're talking about." She sniffed playfully.
Harry laughed as he snaked a hand around her waist and started to tickle her. "Ok, if you inisist."
