#43: I will not greet Professor McGonagall with "What's new, pussycat?"
Seven o'clock rolled around sooner than I liked. McGonagall had told me to come prepared with any of my homework that I wanted to work on. Seeing as I didn't want to work on any of it, it wasn't possible to do that. Instead I brought a blank roll of parchment and a few fresh quills to doodle with. I walked into the Transfiguration classroom at promptly 7:01. The Professor was sitting on her desk, in Animagus form. "What's new, pussycat?" I called to her, taking a seat as close to the door as I can.
In an instant, she's back in her witch form, and halfway across the room in a blink of an eye. Then she's looming over me. "Both your tardiness and your informality are inappropriate and I won't stand for it."
"Yes ma'am." I answer, as there's nothing else to say, but she seems to need a bit of love. "Would you like me to sing?" I don't pause, and go straight into a calming song. "Soft kitty, warm kitty, little ball of…"
"Enough!" McGonagall said. "Take your things to the dungeon. Snape will watch you for this detention."
Bollocks.
to be continued...