Minerva sat in her place next to the Headmaster watching the newly sorted Gyffindors starting to find their place in the heirarchy of Hogwarts. There were a number of stares at Harry Potter further down the table and whispers were exchanged, clearly about the excitement of being in the house of the "Boy Who Lived". Within a few minutes, though, ( Read more... )

Minerva leaned back in the wing-backed chair and put her feet up on the pouf with a sigh, her hands wrapping firmly around the mug of Brazilian coffee laced with scotch and just a hint of Belgian chocolate ( Read more... )

Minerva primly held her glass of scotch - firewhiskey, that was no drink for a Scotswoman, and besides, firewhiskey was the only thing she'd ever been drunk on - and listened to Sirius Black, pursing her lips at his raucous tales ( Read more... )

Standing at the side of the grave, Minerva remembered the first time she'd seen Morag in Fiona's arms ( Read more... )

Minerva looked at Hagrid with a frown. There he was, three sheets to the winds as her grandad used to say, and *in front of the children*. The frown tightened as she watched Albus raise his goblet to Hagrid ( Read more... )

The preparations for the Hogmany Ball are complete at last. Accompanying Mr. Filch, I do a final check of the Great Hall. He has done a sterling job and the Hall looks magnificent ( Read more... )

Sitting in the staff room, enjoying the luxury of stillness with a mug of tea, I listen to Albus talking to Sybil about destiny ( Read more... )

Perhaps a more *private* conversation could be held in our personal journals ( Read more... )

It appears that an introduction is required. My name is Minerva McGonagall. I have taught Transfiguration here at Hogwarts for more years than I care to remember, and have been Head of Gryffindor House for most of those years ( Read more... )

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