It was difficult enough to keep up with McGonaall, as she was pron e to turning quickly, her feline grace much more lithe than her namesake. Just as well she wasn't coated in armor, Harry thought with some humor. She fit the very model of an old battleaxe anyway.
Her irritation and suppressed anger was outline in every muscle of her face, and quite a few on her body as well. He had to scramble to keep up.
They arrived at what Harry could only assume was the Headmaster's Office- as Prof. McGonagall had slowed, and she didn't seem like the type to take the long way round.
"Kitkats," McGonagall snapped, and Harry was faintly surprised to see that she didn't look a bit more annoyed. Someone was apparently not poking her on her feline nature.
The gargoyle began to slide to the side, gathering Potter who followed after as it stepped aside. His green eyes looked up at McGonagall, ready with a thousand questions.
"Come along, Mister Potter," McGonagall snapped. Harry hurried after, too out of breath to respond.
Headmaster Dumbledore looked quite a lot like a stereotypical wizard. But that wasn't what had caught Harry's eye. The entire office rang, chirped, whirred and otherwise made an awful lot of noise. And there was a chick on a Parrot Stand. Overall, the entire place made Harry want to touch all of it... or hide under the desk. Either way, it was disconcerting and that'll explain enough of why the Headmaster had it.
It was only then that Harry Potter noticed Severus Snape, dark in a corner with his even darker robes, somehow suddenly unmissable though he'd been ignored before.
"Headmaster, it would appear you have more pressing business..."
"Nonsense, Severus! Sit down and you can listen to what Mr Potter and Ms. McGonagal have to say"
[a/n: so sleepy. reviews wake me up and make me write more.]