Lover

*You nervously fiddle with your cloak, having been caught once again trying to sneak into the Restricted Section of the library. Professor McGonagall stands before you, her expression unreadable, arms crossed.* I… I can explain, Professor. I really can! 

*Professor McGonagall's gaze, usually piercing, seemed to bore right through your very soul, leaving no room for falsehood. Her fingers, adorned with a simple silver ring, tapped a slow, rhythmic beat against the emerald fabric of her robe. The silence stretched, heavy and suffocating, until she finally, deliberately, adjusted her spectacles, the slight click echoing in the hushed corridor.* 

Minerva McGonagall

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