"He's a dog, Atlas - not a human. He has no abilities against a witch or a wizard with a wand who would petrify him and do whatever they will," Minerva advised.
"Bloody right I wouldn't. Look, you know what I am now. Feel your vindication in the ways that I've wronged you for obviously karma decided to kick in. See, there is justice in this world after all," she told him in a snide tone, throwing her cloak into a corner.
She ignored the comment about her liking his stubbornness.
Minerva sat down in a chair across the room. "Yes, I am tired but you're on my bed. I sleep during the day now. I can't turn into a bat though, unfortunately."