Re: Minerva McGonagall (5/17)
In a moment, Minerva has pulled out her wand, poised ready to cut into the wall as her gut instinct to protect the children rears itself up, and she has to steel herself and take a deep breath to re-centre. She is more sensible than this; there is no way this is real. Her wards haven't gone off, and she has faith in her magic. No one new, no children, have entered the village.
If she were entirely sensible, she would leave, but she can't help lingering. "Stop this," she says, squeezing her eyelids shut (still put off by the way that the left is now just out of sync with the right).