Post by MysticMusc on Jul 19, 2005 18:32:50 GMT -5
It had been three days since Albus had seen Minerva. He began to wonder if her boss had heard of their little chat and if he did indeed fire her. But he would come to find out that Andrew Macroon had not fired her.
There was a knock on the door. Albus went to it knowing it was most likely Alastor Moody. Sure enough once Albus opened the door he found Alastor standing there. “Hello, Alastor” he said.
“Hello there, Albus.” Moody said then mumbled something like; “what’s with all the blasted cats around here?”
Albus heard him and suddenly realized something. It had to be Minerva’s time of the month, and she had to have transformed during the last three days. It was the only way other cats would have known and it was the only logical reason for there being so many cats around lately. “Do come in. Make yourself comfortable. I don’t know when we will get the chance to see Minerva. I haven’t seen her since our little chat about why she was treated so horribly here.”
Alastor nodded. “Well I have the week off. I Told Fudge I was taking an early vacation.” He said as he walked into the room. “I’m staying in room 807 so if you don’t see her then I’m sure that I will.”
Albus nodded in return and shut the door. “Want anything to eat or drink? It’s a long aperate from London to Scotland.” He said as he sat down.
“Fire whiskey would be nice.”
“Coming right up.” Albus said and took some of the floo powder that was right next to his chair by the fireplace, and threw it in. “Room Service.”
Just as he said the words a young mans head appeared in the fire. “How may I help you? Names Matt Stevenson by the way.”
“Well, Matt, we would like two fire whiskeys in room 802. Also, what would you recommend as a good meal.” Albus asked the mans head.
“I recommend our chefs special. It consists of roasted chicken and cheese stuffed ravioli.” Matt replied.
“We will take two of those as well.”
“Will do sir.” Matt said with a smile. “Someone will bring it up as soon as possible.” He added then disappeared with a small ‘pop’.
Nearly fifteen minutes later as both men where deep in conversation the door opened slowly. “Room Service.” A women’s voice said. It was Minerva and she was dressed in a gorgeous emerald green dress and her hair was done in a half clipped back and half down style. In her hands she held a silver tray with two plates of the chefs’ special, and two empty mugs. In which she would soon add fire whiskey.
“Why hello, Minerva.” Albus said. “Why so dressed up?” He asked noticing her dress he became curious.
“It’s Master Macroon’s Birthday today sir. And it’s a Sunday; we are required to dress nicely on Sundays.” Minerva said as she sat down the tray on a small table. With one quick move of her wrists the two empty mugs became full to the brim. She picked up both plates and carried them to each of the men. Then she went back and got the mugs of fire whiskey and brought them to each of the men as well. “Anything else I can get the two of you?” She asked.
“Not at the moment but please do have a seat. You look exhausted.” Albus said and motioned to a third chair that was near his and Alastor’s. “Oh and this is Alastor Moody.” He added as he gestured toward his friend.
Minerva curtsied to Moody. “It’s a pleasure to meet you sir.” She said to him still not sitting down.
“Likewise Miss McGonagall.” Moody said with a smile. “You can sit down. Like Albus said you look terribly tired.”
Minerva shook her head ‘no’ and walked to the window. “I’m fine really. The heat in the kitchen just gets to me at times.” She said with a sigh as her stomach rumbled. Minerva ignored it; she was used to being hungry. It was really nothing knew to her.
“Minerva sit down and have something to eat.” Albus said again and Alastor nodded as he said so.
Minerva held her gaze out the window. These two men where just like her other ‘customers’ as Master Macroon called them, they where worried about her and they didn’t even know her that well. “No I really mustn’t. My shifts not over until midnight.”
Albus sighed. “I give up.”
Alastor sighed as well. “As stubborn and obedient as a house elf.” He mumbled causing both men to laugh some. “That gives me an idea…” Alastor said and stood up. He walked over to where Minerva was standing. “Earlier you asked if we wanted anything else. Now we do. We want you, Miss McGonagall to sit down and eat something. You’re half starved as it is.” He spoke sternly to her knowing full well that if he did she would do what both men wanted her to. She would eat.
She sighed. “Yes sir.” Minerva said as she left her spot by the window and sat down in the third chair. With another swift move of her wrists she made a plate of chicken appear on her lap.
“Good work Alastor.” Albus said as Minerva started to eat. Then he turned to face Minerva and asked; “Just what where you looking for out that window?”
“I’m not really allowed to say anything about that.”
“About what? Why can’t you talk about it?” he asked curiously.
“You can not say anything, because if others knew I would be fired. And possibly killed. Not to mention the articles in the papers would be terrible….”
“Minerva, you can tell us. It’s not like we would tell anyone.” Albus said to her. He meant every word of it too.
“Oh I know sir. I trust the both of you. It’s just I hope that James would.”
“James who?” Moody asked. He knew that one of his friends, named James Weasley, had been transferred to the Scotland branch of the ministry only six years prior. James had told Alastor that he had met and fallen in love with a young Scottish witch but he had failed to mention her name.
“His name is James Weasley. And well we’ve been married for five years as of next Saturday.” Minerva said as she rubbed the spot on her finger where wedding rings would belong and after a few minutes two rings did appear. “A-and I’m also nine months pregnant with our first child. Aurther Weasley.” She added proudly.
“Wow… congratulations. I would have never guessed you where pregnant. You are not showing it at all.” Albus said.
Minerva smiled. “Well that’s just one of my better transfiguration tricks at work.” She said and mumbled some sort of revealing spell so that her stomach did indeed show she was nine months pregnant.
“Yes congratulations Miss McGonagall, or should I say Mrs. Weasley.” Moody said smiling. “I know James. We worked together before he moved here to Scotland. Wow I’m happy to know that the Scottish women he talked about so much and him are married. Congratulations again.”
“Thank you. And it doesn’t matter what you call me but when I’m working… you both must promise to call me Miss McGonagall or Minerva. Tabby is fine as well.” Minerva said still smiling.
Both men nodded. The three of them continued to talk well into the night. But Albus and Alastor neglected to bring up Minerva’s family. That would wait for a better time. Albus also realized that what he had thought about Minerva's disappearance was wrong and it was clearly not the reason why all the cats where around. But according to Minerva having that many cats around was a normal thing for everyone at the Pub.
There was a knock on the door. Albus went to it knowing it was most likely Alastor Moody. Sure enough once Albus opened the door he found Alastor standing there. “Hello, Alastor” he said.
“Hello there, Albus.” Moody said then mumbled something like; “what’s with all the blasted cats around here?”
Albus heard him and suddenly realized something. It had to be Minerva’s time of the month, and she had to have transformed during the last three days. It was the only way other cats would have known and it was the only logical reason for there being so many cats around lately. “Do come in. Make yourself comfortable. I don’t know when we will get the chance to see Minerva. I haven’t seen her since our little chat about why she was treated so horribly here.”
Alastor nodded. “Well I have the week off. I Told Fudge I was taking an early vacation.” He said as he walked into the room. “I’m staying in room 807 so if you don’t see her then I’m sure that I will.”
Albus nodded in return and shut the door. “Want anything to eat or drink? It’s a long aperate from London to Scotland.” He said as he sat down.
“Fire whiskey would be nice.”
“Coming right up.” Albus said and took some of the floo powder that was right next to his chair by the fireplace, and threw it in. “Room Service.”
Just as he said the words a young mans head appeared in the fire. “How may I help you? Names Matt Stevenson by the way.”
“Well, Matt, we would like two fire whiskeys in room 802. Also, what would you recommend as a good meal.” Albus asked the mans head.
“I recommend our chefs special. It consists of roasted chicken and cheese stuffed ravioli.” Matt replied.
“We will take two of those as well.”
“Will do sir.” Matt said with a smile. “Someone will bring it up as soon as possible.” He added then disappeared with a small ‘pop’.
Nearly fifteen minutes later as both men where deep in conversation the door opened slowly. “Room Service.” A women’s voice said. It was Minerva and she was dressed in a gorgeous emerald green dress and her hair was done in a half clipped back and half down style. In her hands she held a silver tray with two plates of the chefs’ special, and two empty mugs. In which she would soon add fire whiskey.
“Why hello, Minerva.” Albus said. “Why so dressed up?” He asked noticing her dress he became curious.
“It’s Master Macroon’s Birthday today sir. And it’s a Sunday; we are required to dress nicely on Sundays.” Minerva said as she sat down the tray on a small table. With one quick move of her wrists the two empty mugs became full to the brim. She picked up both plates and carried them to each of the men. Then she went back and got the mugs of fire whiskey and brought them to each of the men as well. “Anything else I can get the two of you?” She asked.
“Not at the moment but please do have a seat. You look exhausted.” Albus said and motioned to a third chair that was near his and Alastor’s. “Oh and this is Alastor Moody.” He added as he gestured toward his friend.
Minerva curtsied to Moody. “It’s a pleasure to meet you sir.” She said to him still not sitting down.
“Likewise Miss McGonagall.” Moody said with a smile. “You can sit down. Like Albus said you look terribly tired.”
Minerva shook her head ‘no’ and walked to the window. “I’m fine really. The heat in the kitchen just gets to me at times.” She said with a sigh as her stomach rumbled. Minerva ignored it; she was used to being hungry. It was really nothing knew to her.
“Minerva sit down and have something to eat.” Albus said again and Alastor nodded as he said so.
Minerva held her gaze out the window. These two men where just like her other ‘customers’ as Master Macroon called them, they where worried about her and they didn’t even know her that well. “No I really mustn’t. My shifts not over until midnight.”
Albus sighed. “I give up.”
Alastor sighed as well. “As stubborn and obedient as a house elf.” He mumbled causing both men to laugh some. “That gives me an idea…” Alastor said and stood up. He walked over to where Minerva was standing. “Earlier you asked if we wanted anything else. Now we do. We want you, Miss McGonagall to sit down and eat something. You’re half starved as it is.” He spoke sternly to her knowing full well that if he did she would do what both men wanted her to. She would eat.
She sighed. “Yes sir.” Minerva said as she left her spot by the window and sat down in the third chair. With another swift move of her wrists she made a plate of chicken appear on her lap.
“Good work Alastor.” Albus said as Minerva started to eat. Then he turned to face Minerva and asked; “Just what where you looking for out that window?”
“I’m not really allowed to say anything about that.”
“About what? Why can’t you talk about it?” he asked curiously.
“You can not say anything, because if others knew I would be fired. And possibly killed. Not to mention the articles in the papers would be terrible….”
“Minerva, you can tell us. It’s not like we would tell anyone.” Albus said to her. He meant every word of it too.
“Oh I know sir. I trust the both of you. It’s just I hope that James would.”
“James who?” Moody asked. He knew that one of his friends, named James Weasley, had been transferred to the Scotland branch of the ministry only six years prior. James had told Alastor that he had met and fallen in love with a young Scottish witch but he had failed to mention her name.
“His name is James Weasley. And well we’ve been married for five years as of next Saturday.” Minerva said as she rubbed the spot on her finger where wedding rings would belong and after a few minutes two rings did appear. “A-and I’m also nine months pregnant with our first child. Aurther Weasley.” She added proudly.
“Wow… congratulations. I would have never guessed you where pregnant. You are not showing it at all.” Albus said.
Minerva smiled. “Well that’s just one of my better transfiguration tricks at work.” She said and mumbled some sort of revealing spell so that her stomach did indeed show she was nine months pregnant.
“Yes congratulations Miss McGonagall, or should I say Mrs. Weasley.” Moody said smiling. “I know James. We worked together before he moved here to Scotland. Wow I’m happy to know that the Scottish women he talked about so much and him are married. Congratulations again.”
“Thank you. And it doesn’t matter what you call me but when I’m working… you both must promise to call me Miss McGonagall or Minerva. Tabby is fine as well.” Minerva said still smiling.
Both men nodded. The three of them continued to talk well into the night. But Albus and Alastor neglected to bring up Minerva’s family. That would wait for a better time. Albus also realized that what he had thought about Minerva's disappearance was wrong and it was clearly not the reason why all the cats where around. But according to Minerva having that many cats around was a normal thing for everyone at the Pub.