what dogMinerva had to say

or

Minerva argues with her reflection

oh goodness, Minerva tittered nervously as she gaped at her dogMinerva reflection in a watery puddle out back of her house.

Normally dogMinerva is too enraptured by an ecstasy of bloodlust to articulate anything beyond a mad howl of rage and various snarls and other such fullthroated salivations., but now this...

"How come you can talk now?" Minerva asked her suspicious reflection, usually her; reflection/ transfigurative forms didn't talk to her, and as previously discussed, especially not dogMinerva! -So what the heck is goin on?-

"Don't worry about all that right now," her dogMinerva reflection scolded impatiently, "when the planet Nibiru comes you'll feel retarded for having worried about talking reflections and not getting your ass in gear! There are dark days ahead, for you, for Hogsmeade... Soon the totality of existence and beyond!"

Minerva couldn't believe it! "What's all this claptrap about Nibiru I keep hearing about, a bunch of new age bollocks if you ask me, as if there were a second mirror earth, hidden by the sun for years but now on a collision course right for this very town guided by none other than the Annunanki themselves!? Pash!" Minerva scoffed as dismissively as she could, "I'll believe it when I see it!"

dogMinerva smiled, Minerva couldn't help but note, mischievously, "fine then, but when the time skips for come you don't come crying to my doghouse doorstep, I'll be safely stashed away in my time proof bunker."

What's all that about time skips you reckon?

As though the collision of an earth sized planet against a spot on the globe, say Hogsmeade for example, could knock the earth not out of its gravitational orbit but out of it's chronological orbit, and commence, insidiously slow at first then cascading into climax as all logical progression of events lost meaning and each soul trapped in the whirl, alone together, going with the tides or clawing their way ineffectually out and up.

Why, some even theorized that the pre-shocks of the event had already arrived and pointed to the many seemingly illogical events happening around Hogwarts and spiraling out even now in the once cozy little town of Hogsmeade...

Dear Hogsmeade, Minerva pinned to herself, the town I love.

"I'm not going to stand by here and let you talk all kinds of shit about Hogsmeade! Now no more about how this town I love is going to be ground zero for the restructurlization of reality, really, it's just too much and I won't waste another moment listening to such nonesense, I'm a McGonagol damnit," Minerva barked at her reflection, tempted to spit in the puddle as abbreviation.

dogMinerva said nothing but slit her baleful half human/ half McGonagol eyes.

"Oh, so now you're gonna pout?" Minerva wanted to know, usually she loved turning into dogMinerva(See Chapter 54), but dM was being a real hassle now that she had found a voice and a way to facetime through water or whatever it is that she's doing.

dogMinerva muttered something.

"Didn't catch that," Minerva was pissed off at her reflection for sure, but it still beat talking to Snape, who was too annoying after his life changing affair with her, so she was kind of worried she'd lose her excuse for not hanging out with him-how the fuck long is he planning on staying over anyway, she wondered-if she was too snippy.

"I'm not pouting," dogMinerva repeated, pouting.,

Minerva chuckled, "you're alright," she lit a cigarette and offered one to dogMinerva.

They let the time pass silently, not reflective, not contemplative, relaxed, but finally, Minerva's writswatch beeped and she remembered she had to go to work today!

"Oh fuck! I'm late for my shift! I gotta get to Ronda's Sit N' Spin straight away or I'll be fired for sure this time! And I need this job!"

What will she have to do now!?

The mischief crept back into dogMinerva's grin, "have fun at work Minerva," she said, her image beginning to swirl into obscurity, "say Hi to Waylon for me..."

and she was gone.

Minerva blinked in disbelief, what a crazy day she already had had and now what's all that about that cocky local upstart Waylon Strutters dM was so sassy about just then?

She did her best to put it out of her mind and scurry off to work in a decent mood happy at least to be free from nuSnape but a feeling of oppression clung to her like cold vomit to a plastic house plant.