Post by Professor Minerva McGonagall on Mar 31, 2010 20:44:06 GMT -5
TAKE A BREATH TAKE IT DEEP CALM YOURSELF HE SAYS TO ME IF YOU
PLAY YOU PLAY FOR KEEPS TAKE THE GUN AND COUNT TO THREE • • •
& i'm sweating now moving slow no time to think my turn to go
AND YOU CAN SEE MY HEART BEATING
YOU CAN SEE IT THROUGH MY CHEST
It had been a long day and all Professor McGonagall wanted to do was have some much needed 'me time'. Just her, her music and various assignments from her classes greading them. Her last class had ended just an hour ago, so now she had a chance to stop and breathe without the students around to ask questions and be annoyingly rude. She loved her job but she loved her 'me time' too. So it was now she was lone. Just sitting in her classroom dressed in her usual clothes, the dark green velvet robe and the black shirt and skirt. Her slightly bent witches hat sat on her desk as she sat at her desk working on greading various assignments from her students. Her door stood open as worked, the old witch enjoyed greatly the silence of this time of day. It was the silent lull between time for students to be in supper in the great hall and bed time. Most students by now were outside winding down for the evening out in the grounds talking or around the halls somewhere talking or working on homework. But either way that simple silence amused her.
The soft sound of a classical symphony played softly behind her as she hummed lightly along to it. Her wand tucked into her robe as she wrote a note on an assignment putting it aside. Pulling another to her she grimiced, "First year.." She said knowing the student's grade instantly. Though wondered how it had mixed in with her sixth year students she graded it all the same putting it aside in another pile all together as she went slowly back to work on her papers.
Slowly though she was growing tired, as her mind drifted from her task she found herself just sitting listening quietly to the song that played. Humming along a rare gentle smile played at her lips. Alawys Professor McGonagall was seen as the stern professor who took no crap from anyone. That was always true and would never change but she wasn't always just that. Sometimes she could be gentle and almost caring not many saw that but it was there. Like now as she listened quietly to her music just that and her thoughts. Happily she sat there letting her mind wonder over her music and thoughts as lightly the fingers on one hand along absently to the music.
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