Chapter 18
It wasn't until she went to pull out her robes that made Minerva pause. Normally, she would have chosen something…light, summer was here and she had a bit of work to do whether she wished to or not. As she could not stand to look at the shattered remains just outside her quarters for another day. However, this morning had fallen well outside of 'normal'.
And her shoulders incrementally fell as she reached for her heavier, traditional teaching robes. A previous student was just beyond and…she had to maintain a sense of decorum. Even though…less than half an hour ago, she had held the young woman in nothing but her linen bathrobe.
Her hand momentarily strayed towards the lighter under robes as the internal war raged onward, until finally she decided. Or rather, she had come to her senses…and with decades of practice she slipped on her teaching robes and emerald outer robe. A few minutes more, she had spun up her hair, charmed away not only the offending black circles beneath her eyes or the light redness from where Masterson had struck her before applying a bit of light rouge to her cheeks…plum to her lips, her boots had been donned, and without looking – she knew she appeared to be the woman she always was, Minerva McGonagall. If only she felt like it too.
Oxxo
A/N: Another morsel.