The Coven
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Adult ++
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McGonagall's Support
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Disclaimer: Please don’t sue. Just playing with the characters.
The Coven
Chapter 2: McGonagall’s Support
Hermione awoke the next morning feeling excited and optimistic. She moved her cat off of her legs and headed for her bath. After the previous evening, she took a little longer with her morning ablutions. Forgetting to eat surprised her. She could almost hear her mother scolding her... ‘You have to remember to take care of yourself dear. Your health is the most important thing. Remember that, sweetheart, when you become focused on your schoolwork.’
After a quick shower, Hermione brushed and flossed her teeth. She then used skin moisturizthe the castle was often cold and dry) and muggle hair serum for her wild and untamed hair. This cut her hair volume by half... it was still big, but not as big. This indulgence in herself took Hermione all of five minutes. If she had to sacrifice time on herself, it would be the shortest amount of time possible.
Dressed in her usual school attire of white blouse, pleated plaid skirt, knee socks, loafers, Gryffindor robes and ever-present bookbag, she headed for her door. Oh, the pin! She hurried back to her dresser and retrieved her Head Girl pin.
She scratched Crookshanks head and made her way out of Gryffindor tower.
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She passed some of her fellow seventh years on the way to the Great Hall. Waving ‘hello’ to Hufflepuffs Hannah Abbot and Susan Bones on her way through the double doors, she then scouted for Harry and Ron. Ron was always easy to spot because he pulled so many of the breakfast platters around him. Follow the food and you can always find Ron. It worked better than the Maurader’s Map.
“Good Morning men!”, Hermione greeted the boys.
“UH”, Ron replied with his mouth full. Not a pretty sight.
“You seem very chipper this morning Mione.”, Harry beamed at her.
“I am feeling good. Nice sleep last night. No cat scratches either. Hey Harry, save me a seat please, I want to have a quick word with Professor McGonagall.”
“What’s up Mione?”, Harry inquired.
“Oh it is nothing, just a school project I am working on. You know me, crazy, studious Hermione”, she smirked.
“Ah, we will always love you... even when you are old and blind from all that reading. I’ll save the seat.”, Harry said.
Hermione then turned and cautiously approached the Head Table. Professor Minerva McGonagall sat just left of the Headmaster, Albus Dumbledore. The Potions Master, Severus Snape sat on Dumbledore’s right. Hermione nodded to Snape and Dumbledore before addressing Professor McGonagall.
“Professor McGonagall, may I have a word with you in the entryway after you are finished with breakfast?”
“Is everything all right Hermione?”, the professor responded.
Hermione felt eyes boring down on her. She turned toward Professor Snape. He was blatantly staring at her. ‘God, I hope he is not trying to read my thoughts! How can anyone have eyes that deep? Is he looking through me? To my soul? Whoa, when did I become such a SAP!’
She snapped out of it. “I am sorry Professor, what did you say?”
Professor McGonagall smiled at her student. “Are you all right? Is anything wrong?”
“No, no, everything is fine. It is just a project that I am working on that could use your guidance.”
“Yes Hermione, give me ten more minutes.”
“Thank you, thank you!” McGonagall smiled indulgently at Hermione.
Ten minutes. Ten minutes to cram as much breakfast into her face as she could. She hurried back to table and plunked down next to Harry. She piled food onto her plate and began to eat with gusto. She looked like a female version of Ron. Neville stared at her wide eyed. Harry chuckled.
“Mione slow down. You’ll crack a rib if you continu eat eat like that”, he grinned at her.
She muffled, “Must eat, have studying to do.”
Ron looked up from own own plate. “It’s Sunday Hermione. What on Earth could you be studying today? You have all of your work done through November.”
“Top secret, spy stuff. If I tyou,you, I would have to kill you Ron.”
Ron just stared. Harry and Hermione shared a look. At least Harry got her silly muggle jokes.
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Ten minutes later, Professor McGonagall met Hermione in the entryway.
“So Hermione, what is this urgent matter you wish to discuss?”
Instead of answering, Hermione pulled the library book from her bag and handed it to Professor McGonagall.
“Ah, yes, I remember this book well. Wedgethistle is a good writer. I read it as a student. It inspired me to form my own coven. Do I presume then you would like to start a coven?”
“Yes Professor, you presume correctly. I found this book yesterday afternoon and I can’t help but believe this is the answer I have been searching for... would you help me?”
“How may I help?”
“Well Professor, first I need permission to use the restricted section of the library.”
“Hermione, I don’t understand. Covens occur in every generation, why do you need to do more research, especially in the restricted section?”
“Because Professor, I want to invoke the ‘magicus exemplum’ spell.”
McGonagall stared at Hermione with wide eyes. Then suddenly, a boisterous laugh escaped her lips.
“My child, you never attempt the small challenges, do you? You always go beyond ANYONE’S expectations. Oh, my.”
McGonagall continued to stare at Hermione. She took a deep breath and spoke.
“All right dear, I will send you the permission slip later in the day. Do your research. Come to my office Wednesday evening, say 6:30? You may present to me your findings then.”
“Yes Professor, I will be there.” Hermione could hardly contain her excitement.
“Hermione, have you told anyone else about this... idea?”
“No ma’am. But I was going to start discussing my ideas with Ginny Weasley. She seems to be a logical addition to the coven.”
“But would she qualify for the invocation?” McGonagall gave Hermione a pointed look.
“I believe so, but that is one of the first things I was planning on discussing with her.”
“Very good then, see you in class.”
“Thank you Professor”.
Professor McGonagall started down the hall. She then stopped and turned on her heel back towards Hermione.
“One more thing Hermione... choose those you offer membership to carefully. These girls will be like your sisters. They will remained bonded to you and you to them for lifehinkhink on that dear.”
“I will and thank you again.”
Hermione hurried off to find Ginny.
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AN Wow! I got 7 reviews. And good ones to boot.
WizardingAngel, SciFi Nut and Aoibheann - Thanks! (blushing)
MsPixie - I was actually in the public library today thinking of Remus Lupin! Never see a library the same... thanks to you.
nevillus - Much will revealed next chapter.
PotionsMistressM - No, YOU rock! (thanks)
buttercup - I am glad you like the subject matter. I don’t understand why someone else didn’t come up with it first.
Magicus exemplum is roughly to mean “magic copy”. For those of you that actually know Latin, I apologize now for my probable mistake. I am just going by my Latin-English dictionary.
Happy reading AND writing!
Disclaimer: Please don’t sue. Just playing with the characters.
The Coven
Chapter 2: McGonagall’s Support
Hermione awoke the next morning feeling excited and optimistic. She moved her cat off of her legs and headed for her bath. After the previous evening, she took a little longer with her morning ablutions. Forgetting to eat surprised her. She could almost hear her mother scolding her... ‘You have to remember to take care of yourself dear. Your health is the most important thing. Remember that, sweetheart, when you become focused on your schoolwork.’
After a quick shower, Hermione brushed and flossed her teeth. She then used skin moisturizthe the castle was often cold and dry) and muggle hair serum for her wild and untamed hair. This cut her hair volume by half... it was still big, but not as big. This indulgence in herself took Hermione all of five minutes. If she had to sacrifice time on herself, it would be the shortest amount of time possible.
Dressed in her usual school attire of white blouse, pleated plaid skirt, knee socks, loafers, Gryffindor robes and ever-present bookbag, she headed for her door. Oh, the pin! She hurried back to her dresser and retrieved her Head Girl pin.
She scratched Crookshanks head and made her way out of Gryffindor tower.
***********************
She passed some of her fellow seventh years on the way to the Great Hall. Waving ‘hello’ to Hufflepuffs Hannah Abbot and Susan Bones on her way through the double doors, she then scouted for Harry and Ron. Ron was always easy to spot because he pulled so many of the breakfast platters around him. Follow the food and you can always find Ron. It worked better than the Maurader’s Map.
“Good Morning men!”, Hermione greeted the boys.
“UH”, Ron replied with his mouth full. Not a pretty sight.
“You seem very chipper this morning Mione.”, Harry beamed at her.
“I am feeling good. Nice sleep last night. No cat scratches either. Hey Harry, save me a seat please, I want to have a quick word with Professor McGonagall.”
“What’s up Mione?”, Harry inquired.
“Oh it is nothing, just a school project I am working on. You know me, crazy, studious Hermione”, she smirked.
“Ah, we will always love you... even when you are old and blind from all that reading. I’ll save the seat.”, Harry said.
Hermione then turned and cautiously approached the Head Table. Professor Minerva McGonagall sat just left of the Headmaster, Albus Dumbledore. The Potions Master, Severus Snape sat on Dumbledore’s right. Hermione nodded to Snape and Dumbledore before addressing Professor McGonagall.
“Professor McGonagall, may I have a word with you in the entryway after you are finished with breakfast?”
“Is everything all right Hermione?”, the professor responded.
Hermione felt eyes boring down on her. She turned toward Professor Snape. He was blatantly staring at her. ‘God, I hope he is not trying to read my thoughts! How can anyone have eyes that deep? Is he looking through me? To my soul? Whoa, when did I become such a SAP!’
She snapped out of it. “I am sorry Professor, what did you say?”
Professor McGonagall smiled at her student. “Are you all right? Is anything wrong?”
“No, no, everything is fine. It is just a project that I am working on that could use your guidance.”
“Yes Hermione, give me ten more minutes.”
“Thank you, thank you!” McGonagall smiled indulgently at Hermione.
Ten minutes. Ten minutes to cram as much breakfast into her face as she could. She hurried back to table and plunked down next to Harry. She piled food onto her plate and began to eat with gusto. She looked like a female version of Ron. Neville stared at her wide eyed. Harry chuckled.
“Mione slow down. You’ll crack a rib if you continu eat eat like that”, he grinned at her.
She muffled, “Must eat, have studying to do.”
Ron looked up from own own plate. “It’s Sunday Hermione. What on Earth could you be studying today? You have all of your work done through November.”
“Top secret, spy stuff. If I tyou,you, I would have to kill you Ron.”
Ron just stared. Harry and Hermione shared a look. At least Harry got her silly muggle jokes.
***********************
Ten minutes later, Professor McGonagall met Hermione in the entryway.
“So Hermione, what is this urgent matter you wish to discuss?”
Instead of answering, Hermione pulled the library book from her bag and handed it to Professor McGonagall.
“Ah, yes, I remember this book well. Wedgethistle is a good writer. I read it as a student. It inspired me to form my own coven. Do I presume then you would like to start a coven?”
“Yes Professor, you presume correctly. I found this book yesterday afternoon and I can’t help but believe this is the answer I have been searching for... would you help me?”
“How may I help?”
“Well Professor, first I need permission to use the restricted section of the library.”
“Hermione, I don’t understand. Covens occur in every generation, why do you need to do more research, especially in the restricted section?”
“Because Professor, I want to invoke the ‘magicus exemplum’ spell.”
McGonagall stared at Hermione with wide eyes. Then suddenly, a boisterous laugh escaped her lips.
“My child, you never attempt the small challenges, do you? You always go beyond ANYONE’S expectations. Oh, my.”
McGonagall continued to stare at Hermione. She took a deep breath and spoke.
“All right dear, I will send you the permission slip later in the day. Do your research. Come to my office Wednesday evening, say 6:30? You may present to me your findings then.”
“Yes Professor, I will be there.” Hermione could hardly contain her excitement.
“Hermione, have you told anyone else about this... idea?”
“No ma’am. But I was going to start discussing my ideas with Ginny Weasley. She seems to be a logical addition to the coven.”
“But would she qualify for the invocation?” McGonagall gave Hermione a pointed look.
“I believe so, but that is one of the first things I was planning on discussing with her.”
“Very good then, see you in class.”
“Thank you Professor”.
Professor McGonagall started down the hall. She then stopped and turned on her heel back towards Hermione.
“One more thing Hermione... choose those you offer membership to carefully. These girls will be like your sisters. They will remained bonded to you and you to them for lifehinkhink on that dear.”
“I will and thank you again.”
Hermione hurried off to find Ginny.
*************************
AN Wow! I got 7 reviews. And good ones to boot.
WizardingAngel, SciFi Nut and Aoibheann - Thanks! (blushing)
MsPixie - I was actually in the public library today thinking of Remus Lupin! Never see a library the same... thanks to you.
nevillus - Much will revealed next chapter.
PotionsMistressM - No, YOU rock! (thanks)
buttercup - I am glad you like the subject matter. I don’t understand why someone else didn’t come up with it first.
Magicus exemplum is roughly to mean “magic copy”. For those of you that actually know Latin, I apologize now for my probable mistake. I am just going by my Latin-English dictionary.
Happy reading AND writing!