Meeting of the Order of the Phoenix
Date: September 25, 2001
Time: 5:45pm
Location: Hogwarts, then 12 Grimmauld Place
Characters Involved: All Order of the Phoenix members are welcome
Rating: G
Professor McGonagall finished her paperwork for the evening, and opening the small watch that she kept on a chain around her neck, she glanced at the time, then closed it once again. "Five-forty-five." she said with a small sigh, looking up at the portrait of Albus Dumbledore. "Don't pretend as though you are asleep, Albus." she said sternly, straightening her robes around her and grabbing her large pointed hat with a feather in it. She placed it neatly on her head while waiting for the portrait of her friend to open his eyes. When he did, the same teasing twinkle that had been there in life emerged despite the flatness of the canvas.
"I was merely resting my eyes." he smiled, bringing his fingers together in front of his face.
"Yes, well..." she pursed her lips at him as she would a child fibbing to her, then adjusted her spectacles. "You know what I am going to do tonight." she said without a question in her tone. "Any words for me?" she asked with a sigh. "And if you say no, Albus, I swear I will have a portrait of you painted specifically for Grimmauld Place and let you run the Order meetings once again." she narrowed her eyes and waited for his response.
He merely chuckled at first, a habit which Minerva had found insufferably frustrating when he was alive, but now that he was a portrait she found she could scarcely stand it. "Really, Albus." she said with an exasperated sigh.
He held up a long, thin fingered hand to stop her before she began to rave at him, having been friends with her for so many years that he knew her moods by heart.
"Simply be present, Minerva. Use the same courage that you have used for the past two years." he said gently to his old friend, his hand making a sweeping gesture to indicate the school. "This is no different."
She sighed. She knew he'd say something like that. "Go back to sleep." she half chuckled, shaking her head and stepping towards the floo. She tossed a handful of powder into the fireplace and, speaking clearly, disappeared into the green flames. She reappeared within the walls of 12 Grimmauld Place, sighing softly. "Here once again." she said quietly, speaking to herself as she made her way to the kitchen, readying tea for all who may appear.
Time: 5:45pm
Location: Hogwarts, then 12 Grimmauld Place
Characters Involved: All Order of the Phoenix members are welcome
Rating: G
Professor McGonagall finished her paperwork for the evening, and opening the small watch that she kept on a chain around her neck, she glanced at the time, then closed it once again. "Five-forty-five." she said with a small sigh, looking up at the portrait of Albus Dumbledore. "Don't pretend as though you are asleep, Albus." she said sternly, straightening her robes around her and grabbing her large pointed hat with a feather in it. She placed it neatly on her head while waiting for the portrait of her friend to open his eyes. When he did, the same teasing twinkle that had been there in life emerged despite the flatness of the canvas.
"I was merely resting my eyes." he smiled, bringing his fingers together in front of his face.
"Yes, well..." she pursed her lips at him as she would a child fibbing to her, then adjusted her spectacles. "You know what I am going to do tonight." she said without a question in her tone. "Any words for me?" she asked with a sigh. "And if you say no, Albus, I swear I will have a portrait of you painted specifically for Grimmauld Place and let you run the Order meetings once again." she narrowed her eyes and waited for his response.
He merely chuckled at first, a habit which Minerva had found insufferably frustrating when he was alive, but now that he was a portrait she found she could scarcely stand it. "Really, Albus." she said with an exasperated sigh.
He held up a long, thin fingered hand to stop her before she began to rave at him, having been friends with her for so many years that he knew her moods by heart.
"Simply be present, Minerva. Use the same courage that you have used for the past two years." he said gently to his old friend, his hand making a sweeping gesture to indicate the school. "This is no different."
She sighed. She knew he'd say something like that. "Go back to sleep." she half chuckled, shaking her head and stepping towards the floo. She tossed a handful of powder into the fireplace and, speaking clearly, disappeared into the green flames. She reappeared within the walls of 12 Grimmauld Place, sighing softly. "Here once again." she said quietly, speaking to herself as she made her way to the kitchen, readying tea for all who may appear.