Why, oh why, did all the bad stuff have to happen when the only man who would properly know how to deal with such bad things was dead? And, while Professor McGonagall was wishing, why did Death Eaters and other vigilantes of evil and darkness have to continue to exist? Why could not the world be perfect and have these cruel people done away with the moment Lord Voldemort was defeated?
Minerva really wasn't ready to deal with such things.
She received the call, by owl, from the Ministry for Magic. Four Death Eaters at large, reported near Hogwarts. Well, that would have only made for minor alarm and gossip had someone not just run into her office screaming that she had seen one.
That meant the one thing with which she had always hoped and prayed she would never have to deal.
Lockdown.
Oh, the professors were not going to be happy. They had their classes, and after an hour of whiney teenagers they were done. It was not fair to send each tired head of house to deal with their panicking students.
No, if someone were in the castle, she would certainly have to inform all teachers to lock their current classes inside the stupid classrooms.
If the wrong houses were trapped together in one room... this was not going to happen. One did not just give a few speeches on peace and harmony and expect centuries-old rivalry to end.
Minerva sent out the messages: Each teacher would have to lock his or or her door because they were checking if the things still responded to "alohamora".
Like any idiotic intruder couldn't figure out what that meant.
The worst case would be if the Death Eater were currently inside a classroom.
But she herself had taught, and she knew the real problem was the teenagers.
She could practically hear the student teachers screaming.
Hopefully they were smart enough to keep board games in the classrooms.
Yup, I experienced my first lockdown today. I almost went crazy. First graders need recess. First graders are scary if they don't get a proper recess...