*Minerva's POV*
A long time ago, I made my decision and dedicated myself to magic. I don't regret it, but I indeed left many things behind in my life.
I got out of bed while the white nightgown I usually wear revealed my figure. I'm a mature woman, and I won't be ashamed of wearing light clothes, although I never considered whether I looked good or not.
I floated a full-length mirror towards me. Many years ago, I was fortunate enough to obtain the Elixir of Life, thanks to which, even at my age, I look very young. However, I know the reality.
I looked at my body. I don't know the preferences of men in this era, and I didn't bother to investigate, but I think both my hips and my bust are good enough to attract attention. At least the students of the past years often tell me so, although, for me, any attempt at flirting from teenagers with raging hormones is simply cute but nothing more.
I looked at my hair. I've had it short for a long time; those days when I worried so much about taking care of my skin and hair are long gone, but I still have smooth, wrinkle-free skin. Of course, I understand that's why they're called the Elixir of Life.
I walked to my bathroom, letting the semi-transparent dress fall from my body. The water began to fall on me, and as I washed, I felt my body, curves, and softness. The image of a man crossed my mind; would my body be pleasing to him?
Wait! What are you thinking, Minerva?!
I left the bathroom without drying myself properly, looking at my face in the mirror and noticing the intense blush on my cheeks and the pink hue of my skin.
My peaceful and enjoyable life had been turned upside down by a shameless man.
His wicked smile, his pleasant attitude, and his general presence always irritate me.
...
While teaching, I had to leave for a staff meeting. The Weasley twins played a prank that ended with two students in the infirmary.
Allen Walker was there, he looked at me and nodded...
I don't understand...
There are days when he acts cordially, and although he's not inaccessible, he's usually very formal. On those days, I can tolerate being near him.
The meeting ended with the decision of the punishment, deducting fifteen points from Gryffindor and a more severe punishment to Fred Weasley who was assumed to be the mastermind. Severus insisted on fifty, but I thought it was exaggerated, so I intervened along with Professor Walker and Professor Flitwick.
...
"Good morning Professor McGonagall."
As I left, Allen Walker approached me, and we talked for a while. He's a responsible man, and I don't mind being with him, so I didn't refuse.
We both went to a private room and had some tea together.
But out of nowhere, his attitude changed, a mischievous smirk appeared on his face and my heart raced.
He's here!
I don't know why, but it seems like Allen Walker is two different people, and my problem is with the second one.
A dangerous man who can easily break down my defenses.
"Professor Minerva, is something wrong?" he said while sipping his tea.
It's not like he did anything different from before; I don't know how to explain it, but just sitting next to me feels different.
My body longs for something from him; my heart seems to want to jump out of my chest, and my breathing becomes unstable. Part of me wants to distance myself from him at this moment, but when he leaves, he leaves an emptiness in my stomach that makes me feel bad.
I could recite half the books in the library by heart, but I don't have the knowledge to deal with this kind of emotion.
"N-nothing!"
My voice trembled and didn't rise, I couldn't even be calm with him nearby. Seeing my state, his smirk changed from cheeky to kind.
My heart almost explodes, why?! He didn't do anything, and I already wanted to disappear.
He took my hand with his. "If you feel uncomfortable with me, don't worry, I won't be offended, and I'll give you space."
He's so considerate; I may be an old woman in everything else, but I feel like a child who doesn't know how to control her emotions. It's embarrassing, but right now, my mind was more focused on the fact that he took my hand than on what Allen was saying!
I'm not okay...
My mind froze when I realized I hadn't let go of his hand for a while.
What are you doing, Minerva?! You seem like a careless woman! Let him go!
He not only didn't get upset but also pretended not to notice my actions.
*Thump*
Damn...
Damn? Minerva McGonagall, how many decades has it been since you cursed?
"I'm sorry..."
Professor Walker apologized, and his demeanor changed. I relaxed and let go of his hand; he smiled politely, and I was able to act normally.
Being with him like this is very easy and enjoyable, but I hate not being able to shake off a great emptiness in my chest...
I know he's doing this for my good, but I can't help but curse my own incompetence...
...
After being a teacher at Hogwarts for so long, I had more than enough money, so I bought a broom for Harry. He has suffered a lot, and I didn't help him at the time despite my affection for Lily.
While choosing the best broom, I hesitated a bit; I don't know why I felt embarrassed and ended up buying two brooms.
One was for Harry, and the second one was for Allen Jr. I was in shock for a while, not knowing why I had done something like that.
I looked at the second broom in my hands and remembered Professor Walker's face; my cheeks warmed.
I see...
...
In the Great Hall, Harry received his gift, which distracted me because I gave Timcampy, Allen Jr.'s owl, his broom first to deliver it earlier.
However, when he arrives later, it seems that the creature is just lazy.
Seeing Allen Jr.'s confused look made me feel ashamed. Why would a teacher give a student a gift for no reason?! It's understandable when it's Harry since he joined the Gryffindor Quidditch team in his first year, but with Allen, there could only be one reason.
Being aware of this made me embarrassed!
I don't know what to do; my only option is to create an excuse to justify giving Allen Jr. a broom.
I've got it!
Due to the previous situation with the Weasley brothers, Fred Weasley, being the mastermind, was removed from the main Quidditch team for a season...
I looked at Allen Jr. now I know what to do.
As the day progressed, I found myself constantly thinking about the situation with Allen Jr. and the broom. It nagged at me, creating a sense of unease that I couldn't shake off.
During dinner, I discreetly approached Allen Jr. and engaged him in conversation. I mentioned Fred Weasley's suspension from the Quidditch team and expressed my sympathy for the situation. Then, I smoothly transitioned to the topic of brooms, subtly suggesting that Allen Jr. deserved a reward for his exemplary behavior.
As the evening wore on, I couldn't shake the feeling of guilt that lingered in the back of my mind. Was I crossing a line by showing favoritism towards Allen Jr.? Should I have been more discreet in my actions?
I cannot deny that my motives are not pure and that Allen Walker Sr. influences my actions...
*Allen's POV*
"Come on!"
"Yeah!"
"Gryffindor!"
"Crush them, Slytherin!"
I watched from my broom as the students from Gryffindor and Slytherin houses cheered for their teams.
"What's up, Allen? Nervous?"
George Weasley stood beside me. It seemed his brother had been punished and temporarily expelled from the team, so somehow I ended up taking his place as a beater.
Why me?
Why didn't they use someone from the reserve or call up another student interested in joining the team? I'm practically the last person they should have considered for this.
"I'm not, it just seems like I shouldn't be here," I responded, trying not to sound reluctant, but deep down, I wasn't too keen on this.
"Nonsense! You fought a troll, this should be a piece of cake for you." George replied, patting me on the back.
"Shouldn't I have received some kind of training?" I replied, even if I accept this situation the rules of this game have not even been explained to me.
"Well, as a beater, just use that bat to hit the bludgers towards the opposing team."
"Are you saying you want me to attack the opposing team?!" I widened my eyes in disbelief, aren't they afraid I'll kill someone by mistake?
"Yes, but it's not that simple. They won't just stand there, their keeper will defend them."
George smiled confidently, but he had no idea what he was talking about.
Tony – They're all dead...
PersyJ – They're dead...
Kara – Who would have thought Allen would be participating in this game...
Antiope – Allen, as your teacher in the art of the sword, I hope you won't accidentally kill anyone.
I'm not going to do that!
I might be a bit trollish, but I'm not a monster. I'm not going to accidentally kill anyone.
"All right, it's time..."
"Hold on—"
George left before I could ask about the rules. All I know is that Harry won several games by catching the Golden Snitch, but I don't know what the other positions do.
Luckily, I have a reliable chat, and in no time, they summarized the rules for me:
Two teams compete against each other. Each team has seven players: a keeper, two beaters, three chasers, and a seeker.
The main objective of the game is to score points by throwing the Quaffle (a red ball) through one of the opposing team's three hoops while preventing the other team from doing the same.
Seekers try to catch the Golden Snitch, a small, golden ball that flies quickly around the field. Catching the Snitch awards 150 points and ends the game.
Beaters, which is my position, use bats to deflect the Bludgers (two black balls that fly around the field) toward the opposing team's players.
The Keeper protects their team's hoops to prevent the Quaffle from entering.
Chasers pass the Quaffle between them and try to throw it through the opposing team's hoops to score points.
The game continues until a Seeker catches the Golden Snitch, at which point the 150 points are awarded, and the game ends, or until the players decide to stop it under special circumstances.
...
Shit!
No matter, I just have to restrain myself. As I thought, the game was about to begin. Both teams, Gryffindor in black and red uniforms and Slytherin in black and green uniforms gathered in the middle of the field.
Professor Hooch approached the center with a box. Upon opening it, the first thing released was the Golden Snitch, which looked like a fairy or a non-lazy version of Timcampy.
Harry and the opposing team's seeker watched it fly into the sky, their only concern was catching the Snitch.
I also caught a glimpse of Timcampy above Artoria's head, looking angry. My thoughts must have been transmitted.
2B and Rebecca were in the stands, invisible, watching. I was able to see 2B ready to annihilate anyone who tried to hurt me. She should have respect for all human beings, but by swearing her loyalty to me, she is willing to kill for my sake.
I feel flattered by her dedication, but at the same time worried about her devotion to me.
I also saw Hermione and Susan holding a banner with the slogan "Go Gryffindor!"
Gwen – It's interesting how Hermione is putting more effort into her support this time. Why could that be?
Ugh... I really didn't intend for this to happen. At least Susan does it willingly and not out of romantic feelings. As if she felt my gaze, she smiled mischievously while teasing me.
She's a strange girl, Susan shouldn't have this personality, but I guess it's the butterfly effect in action.
On the Slytherin side were Draco and his followers, with jealous and malicious looks that two first-year Gryffindor students were on their house's team.
Pansy also held up a banner with a poorly drawn picture of me on the ground after being hit by a bludger, quite subtly. The black-haired girl saw me looking and stuck her tongue out at me.
How childish...
As usual, Daphne had conflicting feelings. She didn't boo me, but she didn't cheer either; it seems she can't decide whether to hate me or not.
Snape and Dumbledore were also among the attending audience, but as usual, they were discreet.
I sighed...
Professor Hooch proceeded to release the two Bludgers, they flew erratically, making strange noises. I guess that's my target.
Finally, Professor Hooch grabbed the Quaffle, which is a regular ball.
"Follow the rules; I don't want to have to stop the game over petty grudges."
The bad blood between Gryffindor and Slytherin is well-known to everyone. In many games, the aggression between both teams is noted. Sometimes to the point of setting aside the game and only wanting to hurt the opposing players.
Hooch gave everyone a stern look and threw the Quaffle into the sky, and the game began.
All events unfolded as in the canon, with Gryffindor taking the lead thanks to our captain, who is the keeper and prevented all of Slytherin's scores. But this angered the opposing captain, who snatched a bat from one of the beaters and hit our captain with a bludger.
Is that legal?
I guess I should participate. I flew after a bludger. It seemed my actions annoyed Slytherin's two beaters, who positioned themselves on the left and right with intentions to crash into me.
Just as they were about to crush me, I leaped off my broom into the sky, right where the bludger was. A smile formed on my face, and I used the bat to hit the bludger with some force, it ignited due to the air friction and looked like a meteorite.
Huh?! Don't mess with me!
The bludger hit one of the beaters, and he fell to the ground, creating a small crater.
Shit... everyone was in shock.
"I think I killed someone..." I said embarrassedly, sincerely holding back to the limit.
Everyone's mouths dropped open at what had happened. I landed on my broomstick and stood there, looking at the ground.
Professor Hooch immediately rushed over and checked on the student, who wasn't dead.
"What a relief," I said, receiving shocked looks from my classmates. Say something fast! "It was just luck..."
Several students shouted in indignation at my words. No one believed me, what a disgrace.
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