#mcgngall

     returning to the school came with a new kind of emptiness clinging to your soul. something you knew-- just like with everything else that happened in your life, you would cover. the mask would fall perfectly into place, and nobody would EVER suspect a thing. they never did. you carefully crafted each mask, stitching so perfectly that nobody could ever see the seams.    but in that moment, walking the long and empty halls, you didn’t have the energy to hide it.  rounding the corner to your office, a wave of emotion HITS-- a surprise at seeing her leaning against the door, waiting.     lips are forced upwards in a smile and you are acutely aware of the new wand in your hand.  

          She was not at all surprised that her son had gotten into trouble with Dolores Umbridge, much like his father he had a knack for getting into trouble. “I’m a bit confused here, Minerva,” she said, leaning back in her chair. “Am I supposed to be upset with my son or with the woman who has the audacity to think herself a good teacher?”