#convo:ted

“You,” Zach approached the nearest person he saw, “I’ve got a question and I need outsiders perspective. What sounds more dramatic? Water Torture Chamber or swallowing flaming swords?” Cause if he was gonna do a performance or two around the city he needed at least one trick in it that would give his agent a heart attack.

It wasn’t often Zach got to have a sleepover with Uncle Vanni. Usually he was super busy doing big shows or saving the world but Mom and Dad had to go away for a big meeting so he’d been allowed over since his Nanny was visiting her son who wasn’t very well. Honestly, it didn’t matter to him, they’d had the bestest day ever! He’d been shown loads of new tricks, they went to the zoo and had pizza afterwards! 

Uncle Vanni had a visitor coming over that night though, so Zach went to sleep in the spare room. He started awake a few hours later though, dreams of an angry monster from the shadows chasing him. Every shadow in the room looked like something scary... had the wardrobe door been open before!? He grabbed his stuffed dove toy and fled the room into the hallway. He could see a light in the living room and poked his head through the gap in the door to see a man he didn’t recognise sitting on the couch. 

Where: Hogwarts Grounds

When: October 6th 1979

With: @bytedtonks

Weekends at Hogwarts were a more sedate affair, students played, worked and even had visits from family members. The staff kept order (depending on who was on shift) or left the castle to attend to their own affairs. Minerva, still reluctant to spend too much time in that new office had taken to roaming the grounds near the entrance to the school. That wretched article a few days ago still played on her mind but she was loathe to give the thoughts too much attention lest they bring with them too many unwanted emotions. 

It wasn’t that Minerva refused to grieve, to mourn the loss of her mentor and dear friend; simply that she would not give into grand displays of grief. Minerva didn’t have the luxury of any sort of breakdown with the other staff members all looking on and several nosey ignoramuses at the ministry more than willing to see her replaced with someone ‘more suitable for the position.’ 

Keeping an eye on the students as a cat was a way to distract herself and keep an ear out for any troubles they may have been having. She’d just watched two students, siblings leave the ground with their parents for an afternoon in Hogsmeade and felt a little relief, the younger of the two had been very inattentive in classes the last few days and she suspected the news had more than a little to do with it; some time in a parents embrace would do them good.

She was preparing to head back to the castle when an easily recognisable figure apparented just outside the boundary of the grounds; Mr. Tonks. Wondering who he was stopping by to visit, Minerva waited for him to get a little closer before meowing softly and, with the elegance only a feline could possess, hopped down from the large rock she was perched upon in three easy jumped and transformed back to herself halfway through the final one, landing gracefully with her emerald robes swishing slightly. 

“Mr. Tonks.” she greeted with a small nod, “Back to brush up on your charm work?” she asked dryly, though one who knew her would recognise the joke.