Minerva McGonagall (owlofminerva) wrote in advenarpg, @ 2009-11-29 10:57:00 |
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Entry tags: | character: albus dumbledore, character: minerva mcgonagall, player: james, player: jamie |
WHO: Minerva McGonagall and Albus Dumbledore
WHAT: Minerva is on her way to eat, and who does she run into? Her Professor, only not her professor
WHEN: Nov 29th, mid-afternoon
WHERE: The Leaky Cauldron
RATING/STATUS: PG-PG13? Will change if needed / IN PROGRESS.
Minerva had already eaten all her meals at The Three Broomsticks and was looking to branch out. That meant heading over the Leaky Cauldron, also familiar to her, that she had found on her explorations about the place they were all in. She'd found it much the same, yet there were small differences, the same as everything she recognized. It frightened her, but more than anything it sent her mind ticking away with all sorts of ideas on why they'd been brought here, their purpose, who this supposed King actually was, and if they were any real, certain danger. Thus far, she'd concluded little about it. That was frustrating in itself.
She'd left the journal in her room at the Three Broomsticks, mainly because it unnerved her to be hearing from future students of hers when she had no intention of becoming a professor at Hogwarts. Yes, she'd been offered further tutoring on Transfiguration in case she wanted to take a teaching position somewhere, but she'd declined politely. She loved magic and seeing others learn it, but she always had trouble getting up in front of large groups. Minerva felt it wouldn't matter if they were mere students, it would still make her uncomfortable.
As she neared the Leaky Cauldron, she glanced behind her, saw that man was coming in the same direction. She stepped forward to open the door, holding it there so that he could pass by her. As he did, she looked at him, and thought that he looked familiar. It took her a moment or two, because he looked younger, perhaps twenty years younger, but it was still her professor. She was certain of it. After all, she knew he was here. She'd spoken to Professor Dumbledore over the journals. Losing her inclination for shyness for a moment, she reached out a hand and touched his arm. "Professor Dumbledore, is that really you?"