Post by MysticMusc on Jul 19, 2005 18:32:00 GMT -5
On a very beautiful day in the middle of April 1948, somewhere in Northern Scotland a young witch of only 22 walked into a rather large wizarding pub. The pub being the place where she worked as the room service and the cook. Had this been England she would have been bombarded with people wanting autographs seeing as she had been on the cover of Transfiguration Today twice for being one of the wizarding worlds youngest natural born animaguses. But in Scotland none of that really counted for much. Little did she know the man staying in room 802 would change her life as she knew it. What he would eventually come to ask her would completely change her out look on life especially as a muggle born.
As the young Witch walked up to room 802 and used her key so that she could enter the room and begin cleaning, its occupant, Deputy Headmaster Albus Dumbledore of Hogwarts walked out. The two bumped into each other.
"Sorry Sir." The young women said to him politely.
Albus looked at her. He knew exactly who she was with one glance. It had to be Miss Minerva Faithe McGonagall. She was even more beautiful then she had been on the cover of the magazine. Her long midnight black hair brought out her deep brown almond shaped eyes. "It's quiet alright Miss McGonagall." he said in response to her.
Minerva blushed. "You must be from England..." she said in a tone that said 'you're one of the only people who actually recognized me.'
Albus nodded. "Yes, I am from England. Names Albus Dumbledore. From Hogwarts. Surely you've heard of Hogwarts." he said to her with a sweet smile.
Minerva nodded but before she could say anything her boss Andrew Marcoon walked toward her. "Oy Mudblood what do you think you are doing talking to a costumer. Especially on as important as Albus Dumbledore?"
She turned around. "S-sorry Master. I-I was telling him sorry for--"
"Don't explain yourself. Just get back to work unless you wish to loose your job." Andrew said and pushed her to the ground. With a smirk he looked at Dumbledore. "Sorry about the little brat of a mudblood. If she bothers you let me know." he said then continued on his way down the hall.
Minerva stood back up. "S-sorry you had to see that sir." she said and made to go into his room to clean.
"Are you alright?" Albus asked her as she made her way over toward his bed to start making it.
"Yeah I'm fine sir. I'm used to that. Seems its daily anymore." Minerva said as she finished the bed and started working on other parts of the room.
"If you're sure..." Albus said sitting down in one of the large chairs by the book shelf. He sighed as he picked up a book and pretended to read it.
"Anything I can get you sir?" Minerva asked seeing that she could tell he was not really reading the book.
"No not at the moment but you don't have to call me Sir. Please just call be Albus." He said then with a sigh. "Actually there is one thing you could do..."
"What would that be Si- Albus. I'm at your service." She said in a tone that told you that this was a custom way for her to ask.
"Could we talk about something. And if the answer is yes please sit down if its not then keep working."
Minerva sat down in a smaller chair across from him. "We must talk quickly I don't have time to talk much or I will be fired." She said to him.
"I understand but well you see I was wondering... why is he treating you like that? I understand things may be different here but I didn't think they where that different..." He said hoping she would tell him what he wanted to know.
Minerva sighed. "Things are different here... me being a muggle born like I am, naturally I get treated worse then anyone else. I'm lucky to have a job as it is. The only reason I got this one was because my Master's sister is one of my friends. And she convinced him to hire me. But had she not I would most likely be homeless and be begging for food. Its a different world here in Scotland Mr. Dumbledore." She explained. Her tone of voice told you it was hard for her to talk about this subject.
Albus nodded. Then watched as she stood up. "Sorry Albus buts its nearly noon and I have other duties to do." She said and walked toward the door letting herself out of the room.
Albus sighed and flipped through the book. It was a book on Scottish Wizardry. Minerva was right it was a different world but she had been wrong about some things. She was not a muggle born. He had known her mother, father and her sister all to be very good students at Hogwarts. He had seen her there for a couple of years until she vanished. Albus decided that his business of finding the new transfiguration teacher, whom he hoped would be Minerva because God knew she deserved better then what she has, would have to wait until he told her about her family. That would be the next time he saw her only then he would have one of his great friends, Alastor Moody, with him.
As the young Witch walked up to room 802 and used her key so that she could enter the room and begin cleaning, its occupant, Deputy Headmaster Albus Dumbledore of Hogwarts walked out. The two bumped into each other.
"Sorry Sir." The young women said to him politely.
Albus looked at her. He knew exactly who she was with one glance. It had to be Miss Minerva Faithe McGonagall. She was even more beautiful then she had been on the cover of the magazine. Her long midnight black hair brought out her deep brown almond shaped eyes. "It's quiet alright Miss McGonagall." he said in response to her.
Minerva blushed. "You must be from England..." she said in a tone that said 'you're one of the only people who actually recognized me.'
Albus nodded. "Yes, I am from England. Names Albus Dumbledore. From Hogwarts. Surely you've heard of Hogwarts." he said to her with a sweet smile.
Minerva nodded but before she could say anything her boss Andrew Marcoon walked toward her. "Oy Mudblood what do you think you are doing talking to a costumer. Especially on as important as Albus Dumbledore?"
She turned around. "S-sorry Master. I-I was telling him sorry for--"
"Don't explain yourself. Just get back to work unless you wish to loose your job." Andrew said and pushed her to the ground. With a smirk he looked at Dumbledore. "Sorry about the little brat of a mudblood. If she bothers you let me know." he said then continued on his way down the hall.
Minerva stood back up. "S-sorry you had to see that sir." she said and made to go into his room to clean.
"Are you alright?" Albus asked her as she made her way over toward his bed to start making it.
"Yeah I'm fine sir. I'm used to that. Seems its daily anymore." Minerva said as she finished the bed and started working on other parts of the room.
"If you're sure..." Albus said sitting down in one of the large chairs by the book shelf. He sighed as he picked up a book and pretended to read it.
"Anything I can get you sir?" Minerva asked seeing that she could tell he was not really reading the book.
"No not at the moment but you don't have to call me Sir. Please just call be Albus." He said then with a sigh. "Actually there is one thing you could do..."
"What would that be Si- Albus. I'm at your service." She said in a tone that told you that this was a custom way for her to ask.
"Could we talk about something. And if the answer is yes please sit down if its not then keep working."
Minerva sat down in a smaller chair across from him. "We must talk quickly I don't have time to talk much or I will be fired." She said to him.
"I understand but well you see I was wondering... why is he treating you like that? I understand things may be different here but I didn't think they where that different..." He said hoping she would tell him what he wanted to know.
Minerva sighed. "Things are different here... me being a muggle born like I am, naturally I get treated worse then anyone else. I'm lucky to have a job as it is. The only reason I got this one was because my Master's sister is one of my friends. And she convinced him to hire me. But had she not I would most likely be homeless and be begging for food. Its a different world here in Scotland Mr. Dumbledore." She explained. Her tone of voice told you it was hard for her to talk about this subject.
Albus nodded. Then watched as she stood up. "Sorry Albus buts its nearly noon and I have other duties to do." She said and walked toward the door letting herself out of the room.
Albus sighed and flipped through the book. It was a book on Scottish Wizardry. Minerva was right it was a different world but she had been wrong about some things. She was not a muggle born. He had known her mother, father and her sister all to be very good students at Hogwarts. He had seen her there for a couple of years until she vanished. Albus decided that his business of finding the new transfiguration teacher, whom he hoped would be Minerva because God knew she deserved better then what she has, would have to wait until he told her about her family. That would be the next time he saw her only then he would have one of his great friends, Alastor Moody, with him.