Title: Didn’t See Anything
Challenge:
crossgendrabble Week #3, Minerva/Luna: "It is one of my rules in life, never to notice what I don't understand." - The Moonstone
Word Count: 395
Rating: G
Warnings: Minerva’s questionable grading methods.
I do not believe in fairytales, Minerva muses as she sips her wine one evening, grading papers, but I suppose Miss Lovegood has a different idea. She holds up the paper to the light, squinting at the small cursive the young woman was known for when it came to writing essays and notes. Minerva sighs and puts the parchment back down on her desk, leaning back in her chair.
While she has to admit the girl has a very imaginative mind, she isn’t too sure what these creatures called Worblesnugglers had to do with the assignment. The essay had been specific: Write a foot and a half on the Third Law of Amentia. The idea being that if the students were to actually research and study the information, they would better apply the Law. It wasn’t a hard one, either, considering some of Abigail Amentia’s more difficult theories and Laws of Magic. This one focused on group Transfigurations that turned an inanimate object into a flying creature. Group Transfigurations were hard, but the Laws of Amentia helped explain the processes as well as elaborating on the limitations even magic had.
That, however, was where Luna Lovegood had gotten the idea to create her own theory on the matter, even going as far as to quote resource material. Minerva could give her a high grade easily for her effort alone, but then there was the small matter of imaginary creatures included in the otherwise very clever, very Ravenclaw essay. Apparently Luna thought Worblesnugglers fell under the ‘flying creatures’ department, describing them as furry kingfishers with extra long beaks.
Minerva shakes her head in disbelief. It seems impossible that such a brilliant student could be so, as the students would say (and not that she approves), loony. She reaches for her wine again just as an idea strikes her and she fights back a smile.
She may not be able to grade the paper in good conscious with things like Worblesnugglers written here and there in that strikingly honest way, but there is one way to give a fair grade. She dips the end of her quill into her wine and accidentally lets some of it drip over the essay.
If she can’t see what she doesn’t believe, surely that is enough. She marks a red O at the top, a smudge of blueberry wine beside it.