Chapter Nine
Another day in Albus's office. "Albus, did you ever find out anything about the Grindewald/Tom connection?"
Albus sighed. "No, and I don't know if there is a way to check if there is a connection at this point. Remember, this is entirely guesswork and we could be completely wrong."
"Has Grindewald done anything recently?"
"Oh, nothing worth noting. I believe he's biding his time, and there's not much that can be done until he comes out of hiding."
Minerva nodded. "I've got to go finish an essay for Professor Lambert."
"Need any assistance?"
She grinned. "I'm fine, thanks. Besides, it'll look suspicious if I'm here all the time."
"Point," he said, and reached a hand over to run through her hair. "Have a pleasant evening."
"You as well."
Along the way back to Gryffindor Tower, she ran into Myrtle again. "Oh, hello," Myrtle said. "Been a while since I've seen you."
"Yes," Minerva said, really at a loss of anything else to say.
"Are you trying out for quidditch?" Myrtle asked. "I am, I want to be a Hufflepuff Chaser!"
Minerva held back laughter, imagining Myrtle playing quidditch was quite laughable. "Good luck, then. I probably won't try out."
"Oh, you should, it's so fun!" Myrtle seemed absolutely thrilled at the prospect. "Then we could play against each other in matches!"
Minerva smiled. "I've never flown before, except in flying lessons my first year."
Myrtle looked absolutely shocked. "Come on, we'll fly right now, and I'll help you train!"
"No, really – I have an essay – "
"Oh you'll love it!" Myrtle was dragging her downstairs.
"But it's raining!" Minerva actually had no idea if it was raining or not, she only remembered it was when she first left the dormitory that morning.
"No, it just stopped." Myrtle was beaming. "Come on, before it starts raining again..."
Minerva was reluctantly dragged down to the quidditch pitch. Sometimes, she thought, having friends could prove to be a mixed blessing.