Minerva McGonagall

[deputyheadminerva]

pulchrxclade​:

She was a bit nervous about the entire ordeal. As frustrating as it was, she still wasn’t a student that was known for being in trouble. That was far more for Sirius and James; and she was half curious over what they even did in these sort of meetings. “Thank you…” Pandora found herself resorting to her usual manners as she smoothed her uniform before sitting down. The office was very much pleasant to her eye, and she couldn’t help but let her eye wander around the room. The woman certainly was much more preferrable to the professor she had insulted.       

Of all her classes, it seemed Defense Against the Dark Arts was one she held the most promise in. But, the professor didn’t seem to be fond of having anyone that wasn’t by-the-book. Odd, given she didn’t quite see danger ever following a book when it wanted to kill you. “Ah, yes, thank you, Professor.” Pandora took a biscuit, her eyes staring at the cups and finding them quite enchanting.

“We were reviewing curses and hexes today, and the Professor wanted each of us to remove a simple hex from a Quill. Everyone took some time to do it, but I saw there were knotted bits surrounding the Quill. I just used the spell he taught us to ease the knots and remove them, and when he asked how I did it so quickly–I said I saw the hex.” Pandora shrugged, saying it quite matter-of-factly. She wasn’t lying, and she wasn’t a student known for being troublesome. 

“I don’t see why he is so upset about it. Sirius can say he sees London, France and Lily’s undergarments but if I do my work properly I get scolded. Perhaps he just isn’t able to see it. I can’t be the only one, right?”

-

Minerva had found that her reputation, crafted over several years by this point, was often enough to encourage the correct behaviour out of students, even those with a naturally rebellious streak tended to show respect and restraint around her. Pandora was not rebellious, academically speaking, thus she fell into the role quickly. “You’re quite welcome.” she said plainly, leaning back in her chair and reaching for her cigarette. Minerva, fixed one to her gold-coloured holder and barely rested her fingers against her wand as she soundlessly caused the tip to ignite in warm embers. She’d trained herself to light her cigarettes that way, excellent practice for non-verbal magic with as little wand movement a possible.

By the time she’d finished the cups had floated over to the desk and landed neatly in front of them, not spilling a drop. “Sugar and milk?” Minerva asked, a single sugar and the barest drop of milk floating her cup before a spoon followed and swiftly stirred.

She took a small drag and turned her head to the side to exhale the smoke away from them as Pandora told her story, eyes narrowing just slightly as she went on. “Mr. Black does have a proclivity for provocative wordplay.” she said dryly, “However, he his not the focus of this conversation. Now, this sight, these ‘knots’ as you described them; have you ever witnessed anything akin to them before during your studied, Ms Patrum?” she asked, watching carefully for any tell-tale signs of lying or half-truths.

“Or, is this the first time such a thing has happened over the course of your spell-craft?” She knew Defence Against the Dark Arts always covered the theory before the practical but that didn’t mean Pandora hasn’t come across hexes in the past.  

[deputyheadminerva]

severusxtobias​:

He hated Christmas. He hated it more than he hated almost anything, which for a man who didn’t find joy in most things, was saying something. But he had invited Ivy to the castle to spend the holiday with him, which had seemed at the time a good idea. And it was - someone like minded to spend the day with would keep him sane and, dare he say it, in good spirits. But on the other hand, he had to get her something, didn’t he? It would be rude to offer to host her without a gift, wouldn’t it? Even if the premise had been that they both hated the damn day. 

But as he wandered the streets of Hogsmeade on his afternoon off, he was lost. He’d never gotten anyone a present. Ever. He’d rarely received them. He stopped, leaning against the opening to an alley and lighting a cigarette, eyeing the other shoppers’ bags enviously as they passed. “How the hell do people do this every year?” He mused out loud, raising his eyebrow at the closest person to him. 

-

Minerva didn’t have many people to treat at Christmas, both her parents were gone, rest them, but she had her younger brothers and an ever-growing brood of nieces and nephews. So she’d been doing her shopping steadily through the year. Everything was already bought, wrapped and sent out save a hamper for her youngest brother’s family from Honeydukes; she knew the kids loved the sweets. So, making the most of an afternoon off, she travelled to Hogsmeade to look it over and arrange delivery. It was a simple affair and as she stepped out of the shop, she spotted Severus looking through the window and speaking to himself.

“Most enjoy the festivities rather than greeting them with abject disdain, Severus.” Minerva said by way of greeting. She stepped closer and withdrew a packet of slim cigarettes, fitting one into her holder she held it out slight, “Could you?” May as well have him light it since he had it out already. “So, who are they?” she asked bluntly, “The person who seems to have finally coaxed you into partaking in the holiday?”  

[deputyheadminerva]

lvpinremvs​:

“Any of the new recruits coming from Hogwarts?” Remus questioned curiously. There had been some absolutely wicked players that had been on the Quidditch house teams. Ludo Bagman, Emma Vanity, Gwenog Jones. It was quite a shame that James hadn’t gone on to try out for a professional position, he could have made any team he wanted to, he was sure. But there were more pressing matters at hand, and he understood his decision not to. Quidditch could wait.  

He sighed softly, unsure whether or not he wanted to continue this conversation in such a public place. Though, upon glancing around once again, they were only surrounded by students who were much more interested in themselves over what their professor was doing. And any adults in the place were working, it was busy enough with the students that they weren’t even sparing a glance towards the adults. “Greyback.” He answered softly, still keeping careful to make sure nobody overheard them. “Fenrir Greyback. He bought the shrieking shack.” Remus furrowed his brows at the thought. Most people had been afraid of the shrieking shack, thinking it was haunted, but it was Remus’ safe space and it was taken away from him. Just another thing that Fenrir took away from him. “You couldn’t miss him. Massive, intimidating, hairy. Very stereotypical for my type.”

-

“A sixth year Ravenclaw and a seventh year Slytherin are currently being scouted for positions in pro teams. Whether they’ll accept I cannot say.” It had always been something of a pipe-dream for her, to play Quidditch professionally, she’d been a force to be reckoned with on the Gryffindor team back in her day and, dare she say, even now would be no slouch should she mount a broom. Not that there was time for such things with the world int he state it was.

Minerva, guessing the thoughts running through the man’s mind, subtly lifted her wand and silently cast a muffling charm on the space around them before taking a small sip of her drink. Then she waited; over the years she’d learned pressing Mr. Lupin was often the wrong approach, more success could be found if she simply waited and watched. And, as suspected, her silence was rewarded with a name that she swiftly catalogued. “The shack?” she repeated, her eyes narrowing only slightly, “I see.” The words were loaded with a great deal but she wasn’t about to make this any more difficult for Mr. Lupin than it likely was. “Cliché through and through it seems. Thank you for telling me Mr Lupin, I suspect Albus already knows but he doesn’t share everything with me, busy as he is. But I can with some authority, you can leave this situation to us. The students are the Professor’s responsibility, not yours.”    

[deputyheadminerva]

ruthless-bella​:

Bella could’ve easily shrugged off the stern look she was receiving, could’ve lied shiftly and made up some kind of story, but she knew that deep down Minerva would see right through it all. Had she been any other professor, the brunette would’ve turned on some charm or been polite enough to ask about their day, but this wasn’t just any professor. She knew she was never one of the most favorable of students back in her schooling days, especially not for the Head of Gryffindor house, “Must there always be a motive?” She asked innocently, though both women could see right through that tone.

The brunette knew the older woman was right, there was truly no reason for her to speak to the professor, no benefit in her name but she couldn’t miss the opportunity. “Just wanted to see if Hogwarts has really gotten any better than what I remember,” She mused with her usual smirk gracing her lips, sliding into a chair opposite Minerva without a care in the world. “How’s Dumbledore? Still running along plucking favorites out of all the years?” It was common knowledge that she had never been a fan or Dumbledore, more obviously now that he was propably someone who wanted to fight against the Death Eaters and Lord Voldemort.

-

Minerva considered herself one of the more... switched-on Professors within Hogwarts’ halls, enough so that she could spot a student’s true nature fairly quickly. She’d given Bellatrix the benefit of the doubt in her early years, as she did all in the castle’s walls. But it had become fairly obvious early on the girl was set for darkness and the woman was the result of it. Even more concerning, was her intelligence and natural ability. “With you, Mrs Lestrange?” Minerva asked, “Almost certainly.” She wasn’t about to underplay the woman’s achievements and skill, they were above those sorts of slights.    

Minerva lent back slightly, taking a sip of her drink and a leisurely drag on her small cigarette. Turning her head, she blew the smoke to the side, looked back and only then did she answer. “The school is continually changing and improving; it would have died out centuries ago had to been unable to move with the times.” Unlike the motivations of those who opposed The Order. “As for Professor Dumbledore, he treats all students equally Mrs. Lestrange, you know that. And brings out the best in them all.” Herself included. It wasn’t till a year after her employment in Hogwarts that Minerva realised the man must have been schooling her for the position since her formative years.    

[deputyheadminerva]

dromeda-tonks​:

“There was always something so peaceful here. I love visiting when we can find the time. I hope that never changes,” she mused. She enjoyed coming back here and getting to hold hands with her husband without fear of what people would think of them. She wished that she could have gone back and done it during her school years. “Oh Merlin, please no,” she said with a laugh and a shake of her head. “I can barely handle Dora some days  Another one would just be too much.” 

Andromeda smiled. “I will take your word for that, that does seem like a highly effective way to deal with it all,” she commented. She couldn’t imagine the stress of being a professor and having to handle and manage dozens of students. It seemed like such a hard job, and she had nothing but respect for all of them. “It’s an unfortunate possibility, especially if Sirius has anything to say about it,” she said apologetically. She hated the thought of her daughter causing chaos at school but she could see it happening. “I’m trying to deter her to the more studious side of things but I’ve been out of luck. If you have any suggestions or tips I’m open to them,” she said with a laugh. “You’re not wrong,” Andromeda agreed with a tight smile on her lips. “But sometimes it’s nice to pretend that you and your family doesn’t have a target on their back.”

-

“Proximity to the castle no doubt impacts that state of being.” Minerva nodded. Albus’ presence alone was often enough to discourage any inappropriate behaviour in the area. Even He Who Must Not Be Named was wary around him; justly so. She suspected that was the major thing holding the man back from all out assault on the ministry; though his more insidious approach seemed to be making too much headway. “Hmm, you wouldn’t be the first mother to say that only to end up with an entire brood.” she said with a small smile.

She chuckled softly and took a sip of her drink, “Well I’ve had some decades of practice dealing with young people. It gets easier but there’s always something new to surprise me every year.” And that was one of the reasons she could never see herself leaving the profession: it was ever-changing, evolving. Professors truly did learn along-side their students. Minerva rolled her eyes at the mention of Sirius and (though she’d vehemently deny it) a tiny smile pulled at her lips, “That boy and his cohorts. I dread to think which bunch of miscreants will attempt to take up their mantle in the future.” Minerva pondered the request for a moment, “I’ve found making education a more lively experience can encourage more interest in it. Student’s rarely love sitting and listening for hours on end.” Hence poor Professor Binns’ abysmal record of student progressing in the subject to O.W.L level of above. “Nice, but not something to indulge in for every long, Mrs. Tonks,” Minerva said, her gaze strong.    

[deputyheadminerva]

greyback-fenrir​:

Students. So she was a new professor at Hogwarts, or at least new since he’d been there. He often forgot just how long ago that was now. He had since taken on his own professor-eqse roll in his pack, helping to raise and teach the younger ones. “I know that feeling.” He chuckled. “Best to let them settle it themselves, they’ll have to learn how to for themselves one day. Good to learn the skill of negotiation young, wish I had. I was always the biggest kid so I just got my way, but doesn’t exactly set you up for adult life does it?”

Fenrir was almost offended when she referred to his house as The Shack, but it hadn’t been the first time he’d heard that name thrown around by locals. “Yes, not too long ago but I like to think I’ve renovated it above shack status. I suppose those old folktales and sayings never truly go away.”

-

A wry smile appeared on Minerva’s face, “Quite. While a guiding hand in some situations is often warranted, hand-handing is something I shan’t engage in.” Oh she was fiercely protective of every student within the castle’s walls, but they needed to stand on their own where they could; once the situation escalated, one could be assured she’d step in without hesitation. “Size, regardless of what every man seems to think, rarely matters in the adult world. Especially when a few well chosen words can persuade just as well and encourage correct behaviour.”

“I’ve not been around the property for some time.” She’d accompanied Poppy a few times when escorting young Mr. Lupin in preparation of his transformation, but that was it. “Yes, the space garnered quit the reputation, but the same could be said for almost all places in Hogsmeade. What truly matters is how you make use of the space going forward.”    

[deputyheadminerva]

pulchrxclade​:​

“That’s not right, though.” Pandora said it rather softly, almost enough to cause her professor to be quite frustrated with her. “There is no possible way you can insist you see how hexes work, Ms. Patrum. I won’t enable such nonsense.” The professor was adamant, leaving the young witch to be very frustrated with the situation. “Perhaps you’re just unable to see them. It isn’t a bad thing.” 

With that, she was swiftly and quite rudely told to see Professor McGonagall. Odd, given that she was a Ravenclaw, and the woman wasn’t even head of her House. Regardless, she was quite flustered over the situation, and she wondered if the professor was just angry that they weren’t able to see the swirls and intertwining limbs that seemed to exist around certain spells. Or, well, they called them Hexes. She only seemed to see it when it came to Hexes.

Her hand knocked rather lightly, “Pandora Patrum, I was sent to see you.” She sighed, peeking into the office and walking in quietly. “Though–I’m certain that I am not at fault for the professor being unable to see it. The hex has links in it–I can see it! I was able to undo it, after all. They are just very unconfident in themselves and that is not my fault. They should have more confidence if they are a professor.”

A rather bold thing to say at her age, but she wasn’t going to let someone tell her she was a liar. Pandora didn’t lie–not about this, at least. She lied to her Mother about dating, and didn’t say she was going to the Ball with Severus Snape. She didn’t tell her Father that she already had a first kiss. He was a half-blood, and she wasn’t sure how they’d respond to that just yet. 

“If I lose points for my House for this I will be very unhappy. I did the lesson and all I did wrong was tell them what I saw.”

-

Minerva read the short piece of parchment her fireplace had spit out, Rather that abjectly agree with her colleague’s rather brusque assessment of ‘impudent back-talking’ she found herself somewhat curious about the situation. Seeing Hexes. She was no stranger to differing fields of view; the first time she’d managed to transform into her animagus form she’d been struck still for several minutes just looking at the world around her. Cats saw things so very differently.

Poor Albus, he’d been patient for a good fifteen minutes while she’d all but fallen around the room trying to get her four feet under her and had been distracted by every shining follicle of light. Perhaps there could be more to Ms Patrum’s case than student rebellion; afterall, the young lady had never been the type for needless to act out this way in the past. A knock at the door signalled an end to her thinking time.

“Enter.” she said, waving her lightly to set a kettle to boil and proceeding to make them both tea. Minerva raised her hand slightly to signal Pandora to cease her explanation, “Ms Patrum. Critcism of the Hogwarts staff roster aside, I would appreciate if you’d take a seat.” And she could be sure there’d be a reduction of house points for the remark; regardless of a student’s feelings, they maintained respect for their professors.

... Even if Minerva had been chastised by Albus more than once for using the words ‘incompetent little man’ to describe her Defence Against The Dark Arts teacher.

Once Pandora was seated, Minerva reached under her desk, withdrew a tin decorated with a tartan patten, “Have a biscuit.” she said, placing the tin down as their full tea cups floated over. “And explain to me as clearly as possible what you meant when you explained seeing hexes to your Professor.”      

[deputyheadminerva]

greyback-fenrir​:

Fenrir was a regular at the Leaky Cauldron. He’d lived in Hogsmeade for a while now but after moving into his house, which he’d come to learn was called the Shrieking Shack by the locals, he’d made a point of walking into the centre of the village more often so as not to completely isolate himself. He liked the Cauldron. It was warm, served good mead, and he was always happy to chat with Rosmerta at the bar. Unfortunately she seemed to busy to occupy his poor attempts at flirting and instead he found seat - the only unoccupied one at a table where a woman was already sitting.

He placed his mead down at the table and took a seat as she lowered her newspaper. “Just sitting. Hope that’s not a problem for you. I’ve been knocking through a wall in my house all morning, its thirsty work.” Fenrir said, raising his glass to her before taking a drink. 

-

Minerva took a moment to regard the man before taking a small drag of her cigarette and turning her head to blow the smoke away, “My apologies. I was expecting more of my students; they’re been attempting to engage me to settle some childish dispute and I refuse to be involved.” It was as much her time off as it was the student’s after all and in a world gone mad one of her few small pleasures was reading the paper and judging the Quidditch scores.

“Knocking through a wall?” She questioned for a moment before the connection was made, “Ahh, you must be the gentleman who bought the Shack, I take it? The large house atop the hill on the outskirts of the village?” she added the description in case the man was unaware of the name; Minerva was one of the few who knew just how the building had acquired the title.

[deputyheadminerva]

lvpinremvs​:

Remus gasped slightly, his hand coming up to his chest dramatically as feigned offence at her response. Of course he wasn’t really offended. He knew for a fact that he was her favourite student of all time. His friends, on the other hand - or more specifically, James and Sirius - had given her a bit of a hard time. But Remus was always in class when he could be, usually on time, he handed in his assignments and excelled in her class. How could he not be her favourite?

A smile spread across his lips again as she went on about Quidditch. Remus had never really been into the sport, it was exciting during school as it gave them something to do, but he’d never kept up with it on a professional level. He knew the teams well enough to hold a conversation on the subject, though. “Have they got any new players on the team this year? Perhaps they’ll have a break out star that will up their chances for the cup.”

Sighing softly at her sudden questioning of his intentions, he knew he couldn’t keep this information from her. Especially not when he’d been caught red-handed. Placing his elbows down on the table, he rested his hands on his cheeks as he looked at her, squishing his face slightly as he contemplated how to answer her. “I ran into the person that…. changed me.” He admitted quietly, eyes darting around to see if there was anybody listening in on their conversation before continuing. “He’s living nearby. And he targets children. I just wanted to make sure he wasn’t here.”

-

She supposed one of the points in Remus’ favour had been the antics of her peers. While Mr. Pettigrew had never been one to start trouble on his own he’d certainly struggled academically, Mr’s Potter and Black seemed to take ridiculous amounts of joy in testing the limits of her patience. More than once she’d been convinced she’d cost her house the Cup because of that pair deciding it would be appropriate to set off fireworks from the fifth floor girls lavatory.

“Two, though I suspect their lack of experience won’t do them any favours in the first few test matches; but it’s hardly fair to label a player’s worth until they’ve had ample opportunity to grow on the field.” Just the same as she refused to judge a student’s academic acumen until they’d reached their fourth year, it gave them a proper chance to evolve into the young Witches and Wizards they’re meant to be.

For a brief moment, Minerva had to urge down the desire the smile, whether eleven or twenty one, Remus had made the exact same pose when she’d asked him a difficult question, it was almost reassuring to see not all habits could be broken by difficult times. Though her inner musings were cut abruptly short when the subject of Remus’ patrols came up. “I see.” she said, showing no change in expression as she took another drag of her cigarette, “And are we going to speak this person’s name or let it continue to be a mystery?” Because she wasn’t about to let a potential danger to her students run about unchecked.    

[deputyheadminerva]

dromeda-tonks​:

“It’s quite alright,” she replied with a smile. There was something nice to see that things hadn’t changed too much, that her professors were still the same as they had been when she had attended school. “That sounds utterly annoying,” she mused. “It’s why I only had one child, the thought of dealing with the bickering gives me a headache.” And well, Dora was quite enough and kept her very busy. “I hope that they send the message along to the others and give you some peace,” she offered.  

Andromeda laughed. “Dora’s with her father at Zonko’s. It’s never been my favorite place to go into, especially with so many kids running around.” It was hard to imagine that in five years her daughter would be going away to Hogwarts. She wasn’t sure where the time had gone. “Ah. I’m sorry to hear that. Perhaps they will surprise everyone at their next match,” she offered. Glancing at the cover, a frown formed on her lips. She was trying to not think about what had happened the other night and instead focus on having a nice day with her daughter. “No…but sometimes it’s nice to pretend that things aren’t so…difficult,” she admitted. Perhaps it was not the best way to handle what was going on at the moment, but it was better than sinking into crippling despair. 

-

“Yes, the wheels of time continue to turn yet Hogsmeade remains unaffected.” Minerva didn’t spend as much time in the place as she’d have liked, in these times there were just too many other duties to attend to. “Hmm. Well, it always starts with one, you never know just what the future may hold.” Minerva said amicably. Her brother said he’d only have one and now he was up to three, though she did love spending time with her niece and nephews.

“I’ve found that making an example of one student is often enough to pass the message along to the rest.” Of course if a student ever had a genuine need she’d be more than happy to offer her assistance; as it was, Minerva did not consider if her place to decide who owed whom a butterbeer from the last trip down. “Zonko’s?” she spoke the name less than fondly, “I see, am I to expect another prankster will be walking the halls of the castle in the coming years?” Minerva asked, “Yes.” she agreed and took a small sip of her drink and a longer drag of her cigarette, “Though, things shan’t change if we refuse to acknowledge them.” But not everyone’s place was on the front lines. “Still a day or two in faux peace is somewhat more allowable.”      

[deputyheadminerva]

thestrangerabastan​:

          Rabastan, was one to believe in coincidences mostly, but so he would almost look forward to it. It could be foolish, but at least it gave him a certain awareness to his surroundings, waiting for opportunity to quickly drop by so he wouldn’t miss it. 

         Spotting Professor McGonagall at the pub while he appreciated a nostalgic pint of butterbeer was one of those coincidences, and he took to it quickly, moving seats to the booth his former professor was located.

         “They do say that the forbidden fruit is always sweetest. So maybe you should look forward to it.” He claimed taking a seat freely, if he was so not welcomed he trusted that she would kick him out and that be it. He had not face to save anymore, anyway. “Well, I come here with a purely academic question, not something real at all. If I, hypothetically, transfigured a piece of high density foam so much to the point the entire studio is now overflowing with its fluffier counterpart, should I even try reversing it or just throw the stuff away? Hypothetically, of course.” 

-

Lestrange the younger. Minerva regarded him for a moment, the boy (unlike his older sibling) was one whom she had been glad to see explore artistic pursuits while in the halls of the castle, though they did often overtake his schoolwork.

Considering who his family was, she knew things were likely tense (though the intricacies were beyond her) so she’d felt some sympathy for the boy, enough that she folded her paper to the side to speak with him properly.

“And yet forbidden pleasures also have the most devastating fallouts which impact not only the pleasure-seeker but those around them as well.” she answered back just as quickly. While she was a Gryffindor at heart, Ravenclaw had called to her loudly during her own sorting. Her brow raised at the ‘hypothetical’ question, “Hypothetically,” Minerva began, the word laced with sarcasm, “Should one transfigure an object one can always transfigure it back, though the process can be more difficult. The matter can also be destroyed which, while simpler is a far less elegant solution.” she paused a moment and sighed, taking another drag of her cigarette, “Is the hypothetical foam in question still growing, Mr. Lestrange?”      

[deputyheadminerva]

ruthless-bella​:

It had been a while since she had spent any time in the village down the hill from Hogwarts, maybe a couple times since she had graduated just to visit her sisters or do some recon on behalf of the Dark Lord. But now at the age of thirty, it felt weird to be walking down the familiar path while there were students running around. Thankfully none of them seemed to recognize her or the danger she was to the village as she passed by a couple shops with only a curious eye searching the window display. She had a brief meeting set up at Hog’s Head but since she had arrived early, she had about an hour or so to kill before she had to disappear into the pub.

After a quick stop at Honeydukes to buy herself some time, as well as pick up a treat or two, Bellatrix found her feet guiding her towards the other pub in the village. The Broomsticks had always been a familiar hang out to her during her time as a student so it was easy to order herself a glass of mead and let her eyes wander the rest of the patrons. Smirk growing on her face as she spotted her old professor in the back, she grabbed her drink and slowly made her way over. “What, an old student can’t stop by to say hello to an old professor?” Bella questioned innocently, McGonagall was never really a favorite teacher of hers but she could pretend for a minute.

-

“That depends entirely upon the motives behind the greeting, Mrs. Lestrange.” Minerva said simply, her stern gaze not faltering in the least. While the public identity of Death Eaters was far from known, even to those of the Order, public alliance was more easily sussed out. And, frankly speaking the Lestranges were among those who alliance was all but unquestionable. Even as a girl in her class the woman’s viciousness had been plain to see. Minerva had, briefly, hoped such impulses could be moved to a more positive direction but she may as well have been flogging a dead horse in that regard. And perhaps even more dangerously, she was aware the younger woman had talent.

Talent in a dangerous person’s hands was what so often led to tragedy. “So, what is the purpose of this greeting?” he questioned, in exactly the same tone she’d use to question a student for an answer in class. Since I highly doubt a lady of your standing has much to gain from a speaking with an old tutor.” she added, taking a small pull from her cigarette in its golden-coloured holder.  

[mirandahotto]

[deputyheadminerva]

lvpinremvs​:

Remus didn’t particularly enjoy visiting Hogsmeade while the students were visiting, but he needed to get out of the house. He’d been spending far too much time inside his apartment, especially now after he’d had a run-in with Fenrir. Maybe that was why he found himself here, knowing how close he was to the village. Remus wanted to make sure the kids were safe from him, he didn’t want anything to happen to them, certainly not the same thing that happened to him.

After walking through the village a few times, he’d come to the conclusion that he wasn’t in the streets. It gave him peace of mind, and he finally felt calm enough to stop at the Three Broomsticks for a butterbeer. A warm and sweet drink that he’d always been a fan of. After waiting longer than he’d have liked behind a sea of students, he was finally able to capture Rosmerta’s attention, and after a quick conversation with her, he’d turned around to find a seat.         

Everywhere was full besides the table McGonagall was at. That wasn’t much of a surprise, most students tended to fear her. Not Remus, though, she had always been his favourite. Approaching, he chuckled at her words. “Is that any way to greet your favourite student?” Remus questioned as he slid into the booth across from her. “Is your team doing well this season?”

-

She raised a brow at Remus’ brave response, there’d been a time where such a look cowed the young man into ducking his head but, somewhat sadly, it seemed her skills of intimidation were lacking these days. Well, around her former student’s certainly. “When I see my favourite student Mr Lupin, I’ll let you know.” she responded dryly, folding the paper over and placing it on the table. The sight of the front page sending another pang through her heart, the Dark Mark over London... so many dead, several of whom she’d once taught.

Minerva took a drag of her cigarette and turned her head to the side to exhale, “Scotland, as usual, are making no large waves, I suspect World Cup qualification is but a far off dream this coming year.” The previous cup had barely finished but already training had begun for the next one, as was to be expected. The sport gave people a much needed distraction from the madness around them.

Somewhat abruptly, Minerva spoke again, “Now, what’s weighing on you, hmm? Don’t think I missed you patrolling the village on my way down here.” Given the attacks in London she couldn’t fault Remus for his actions but she’d and Albus had already scheduled Order Patrols for the area and this wasn’t a shift Remus was on. “Do you know something we don’t?” she asked, in the same tone she’d used to quiz him on he and his friend’s hijinks in their school days.  

[deputyheadminerva]

dromeda-tonks​:

Andromeda and Ted liked to take Dora to Hogsmeade on the occasional weekend. There was something about coming to Hogsmeade with Ted and walking around with their hands intertwined that made her inexplicably happy. Perhaps it was that there had been a time when she had wished desperately that they could flaunt their relationship on a Hogsmeade weekend back when they were at school, or it was just that they were happy together. But she liked the feeling. 

It was busy in Hogsmeade today, the weather beginning to turn, which was Andromeda’s favorite time of the year. Dora had wanted to go to Zonkos, but Andromeda could see that her daughter was getting hungrier by the minute, and wanting to avoid a tantrum, she had split from Ted and Dora and went to the Three Broomsticks to get a table and order their lunch. You never knew how long it would take to get their food when it was busy in the village. 

Walking in, she was glad that she had made the call, it was busy inside. Wandering around to find a table, she stopped for a moment and was taken aback when she heard a voice. “I’m sorry for disturbing you,” Andromeda replied, recognizing Professor McGonagall. “I was just looking for a table. Which team are you rooting for?”

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“Hmm, Mrs. Tonks.” Minerva folded the paper over and placed it to the side, “Forgive me, I was suspecting another student deciding it was my place to settle an issue.” her tone giving away just how little she thought it was her place. “I’ve sent three of them away in the last fifteen minutes.” she brought her cigarette to her lips, the embers brightening as she drew in a breath and then turned her head to breath smoke away from the conversation. “I’m surprised your tempestuous daughter isn’t at your hip.”

Though she’d never admit it, Minerva rather enjoyed the young girl’s fiery nature, she suspected another Gryffindor in the making in that one. “But if you must know, Scotland are making no great headways in their World Cup friendlies.” Not that is surprised her; but she felt a loyalty to her national team that couldn’t be denied. Her hand brushed over the front page, showing the Dark Mark above several London houses. “Would that that was the biggest issue in the world right now.” she added a little more quietly. As always she maintained a stalwart visage around the students. They were frightened, and seeing their teachers giving into fear would only make things worse.      

[deputyheadminerva]

When: Present Day (Game Time) Where: The Three Broomsticks With: Open to all! :D

The Broomsticks was busy and full of students, as it usually was this time of year, but that didn’t deter Minerva from sourcing herself a butterbeer and escape from the encroaching winter chill. Several students saw her and most avoided eye contact and stepped back, a few braver ones wished her a good afternoon and she returned the greetings on her way to the bar. 

“A butterbeer please Rosmerta,” she smiled at the barmaid, “I’ll be at the booth near the back.” The Transfiguration Professor walked confidently to the rear of the pub and slid into a booth. She shrugged off her cloak, rested her trademark pointed hat by her side and with a flick of her wand conjured a copy of the morning’s Prophet; even if the news was practically ran by Death Eaters, there was still a few columns worth reading. 

Not five minutes after Rosmerta had dropped her drink off and she’d lid a cigarette, placed within a golden-coloured holder, she saw a pair of feet approach and, bending the paper down. “Can a woman not read the Quidditch scores in peace anymore? Or will that soon become one more forbidden pleasure?” she asked dryly. 

[tomlinnsom]