She simply transformed into her Animagus form, which made all types of weather more bearable, and only transformed back when she reached the Three Broomsticks in Hogsmeade. It was bitter cold, and snow had been falling since the morning, but Minerva did not mind that at all. Therefore, Minerva left the Hogwarts ground alone. I will need some rest, and I absolutely trust you to pick the perfect candidate.” “That’s a kind offer, but I have to decline,” he said, “I’m not feeling too well today. “Do you want to come along to interview the suitor yourself?”, Minerva asked Filius over lunch that day, but he just shook his head.
Those interviews, however, had not resulted in the signing of a draft, and so Minerva had to put all her hope on the third and last candidate. So far, Minerva had met with two applicants. Victor Krum, who still had fond memories of Hogwarts from his time as a Champion in the Triwizard Tournament, would be very happy to return to the school in the new role.Ī new Charms teacher, however, seemed harder to find. In fact, a new Potions Master was found quickly. Three weeks later, the vacancies for a new Potions Master and a new Charms Professor had been published, and owls from more or less suitable applicants began to arrive. It felt like the beginning of the end of something good. Even though Minerva knew that Filius would still be at Hogwarts for a few more weeks, until a suitable replacement could be found, she was sad to see her friend leave that night. You both know where to find me if you ever need me.” They then spent another hour talking together, drinking tea, and eating biscuits. “Hogwarts will miss you, Filius,” she therefore simply said, “I will miss you, my friend, and Horace, too. This man had devoted almost all of his life to Hogwarts and its students, and if he wanted to enjoy his last few months with his husband, he had every right to it. We want to spend the time we have left together away from Hogwarts, in our house in Yorkshire.”Įven though Minerva heard this news with a heavy heart, she knew that there was nothing she could-or would-do to change Filius’s mind. The Healers have informed me I might have a year, or even less… and Horace and I have been talking. The sadness in Filius’ eyes gave the truth away even before he could answer, but when he finally did, he said, “I am afraid so. “You are sicker than we all thought you are, aren’t you? Is that why you are here?”, she therefore asked compassionately. Filius had not been well for quite some time, which was why she and Horace, Filius’ husband, had insisted that he should go and see that Healer. Minerva, however, did not need to hear more, as this was what she had been dreading.
Mungo’s and it seems that… it seems that…” He fell silent, obviously struggling to find the right words. It was just too soon… she did not want that thing to happen yet…īut alas, it seemed that Minerva’s hopes would be disappointed, when Filius said, “Minerva, I have just returned from London. If it’s something unpleasant you have to say, then it’s better to hear it quickly.” If Minerva was honest with herself, she already had a notion of what was to come, but she still hoped against hope that it would be something else. In fact, I have something to discuss with you that you might not like to hear.”īy now, the smile on Minerva’s face had vanished as well, and she had assumed a serious expression. “I will not say no to one, Minerva, but that’s not what’s brought me here tonight. In fact, there was a somber expression on the little man’s face. I guess you have come for a late cup of tea?” Minerva remembered all the great late-night conversations she and Filius had enjoyed over the years, in a time before Minerva had become Headmistress of Hogwarts.įilius, however, did not return Minerva’s smile. She quickly finished writing the last line of her letter to the Minister, put her quill aside and called, “Come in!” She wondered who wanted to see her at such a late hour, as it was close to midnight, and she was not expecting anyone.Ī smile spread across her face, however, when she saw who her visitor was. Minerva McGonagall was working at the desk in her office when somebody knocked at the door.
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