One More Time
"Amazing, how empty a room can be," Professor Mcgonagall said sulky. She had always shared her office with the headmaster Dumbledore, but ever since that incident...
"No, I shall not sulk about something so trivial! I just have to get ready for the students arrival for tomorrow, and get everything into order!" she said pounding on her desk. Minerva felt silly talking to herself. But she just couldn't help it. Usually she'd be able to talk to Dumbledore when something was on her mind, but that stupid Serverus Snape! How could he be a Death Eater? After all of the things they have been through in Hogwarts, she knew that Professor Snape was at least sensible. But now, he seems even more slick and evil than a snake. Suddenly there was a knock on the door.
"Headmistress McGonagall! I need to talk to you about the tea leaves! They leave a special trace of grave danger coming soon!" Professor Trewlany said. Professor McGonagall just looked at this crazy lady. She would have been fired immediently if not for two reasons. One, she knows the prophecy, and two, it is completely impossible to find help now Albus being gone. Nobody feels that Hogwarts is a safe place with her running things, and all of the owls swarming has been frustrating her.
"Silvia please! I am very busy right now getting ready for the students arrival!" she said in a rude tone. It seemed that Professor Trewlaney was very insulted by this, and left the room in a march. She had never really cared though...Trewlaney's subject is just a bunch of rubbish. At least that silly centaur teaches them a little bit of facts. There she was again...alone. Then the door burst open again.
"Listen you crazy nut! I do not care about your stupid predictions!" she yelled out from across the room. A young man that looked about the age of thirty-two walked in.
"That's not the first time I've been called that," he said walking over to her desk. Professor McGonagall tried to hide her embarassment.
"I'm sorry, I thought you were somebody else. Anyways, what shall your business be here?" she said, stacking the schedueles into a neat pile. She could feel some strands of her shining black hair tickling her face. She quickly put it back up into a bun.
"I have come to apply for the Defense Against the Dark Arts job. I heard that the former bearer of that job has vanished," he said as though nothing had happened. This struck a small chord in McGonagall's heart
"I'm sorry, but Professor Lupin has occupied that job. If you're certified, you may be able to apply for the potion master?" she asked, while filing some profiles. She was very busy, and didn't want to bother with this man.
"I do have certifications for that...oops!" he yelled out. He had accidently knocked over a pile of alphabatized pile of paper. Professor McGonagall swarmed to the floor, and tried to reorganize it.
"Whatever, you get the job! Tell Professor Flitwick that you are certified, and are taking that job. Please, just leave!" she yelled out, and he left. She quickly reorganized all the papers, and then looked out at the window. It was getting dark, and she had to deliver some things to Professor Flitwick. He was now Deputy Headmaster. She walked across the empty school, and arrived in his charms classroom.
"Why Miss McGonagall! What brings you here?" he asked, after putting away some of his own papers.
"I have the schedueles that need to be delievered to the students tomorrow. Can you handle this job?" she asked. She dropped a huge stack of paper, and many other lavitating stacks dropped on his desk. Professor Flitwick looked astonished. But then he remembered that he's the "charms" professor.
"I can just get these things to follow the students like puppies! Have you eaten dinner yet Minerva? You could eat with me tonight," he asked, making a small dinner table appear with a flick of his wand. It just made her remember all the nights she ate dinner with Dumbledore. They would eat in the great hall during special occasions, but usually they would eat in the office together. Sometimes his long gray beard would get into his food, and they would laugh about it. She missed her old friend, but she had agreed for this one dinner with Flitwick. Baked Salmon appeared for the dinner, and all of the lights that made the room bright were scented candles. The scent made her sick.
"Minerva, you are a very amazing women," he said after they had some firewhisly. Professor McGonagall just laughed at that remark.
"Well, I haven't heard that for a while," she said, after finishing the last drop of her whisky. Steam then poured out of her ears. They laughed, and had a little bit more whisky.
"Why not? It's true...You're one of the best things that have ever happened to me," he said, and then let all of the candles go out...