The sun rose late the next day and again the daylight brought along more snow. The grounds of Hogwarts were still covered in a thick layer of what seemed to be icing sugar put on much to thick so you couldn’t see what was under it anymore. Even though the sky was grey, every now and then sun would come through the curtain of clouds. It was something the inhabitants of Hogwarts hadn’t seen in a long time, so it did make everyone more cheerful. It was Monday now and the hallways of the castle roamed with the sounds of students that were heading to their classes. Somewhere between them walked the black haired girl with her glasses tipped on her nose and her hands wrapped around her books. Minerva McGonagall — who had just experienced a splendid breakfast — yawned as she turned around another corner. In a few minutes her first class of the day — Defense Against the Dark Arts — would start and she was running rather late. Minerva accelerated her pace slightly when she noticed the time by looking on her watch and was glad to be right on time. She sat herself down behind one of the desks next to her good friend Emily Jones and greeted her shortly. She wasn’t sure if Emily had heard her because right at that moment her crush, Briston walked passed and all her attention got sucked up by that. Minerva smiled and opened her books slowly. She took out her carefully made homework and waited for the class to start with her fountain pen in her hand, ready to make notes.
‘Remember, I want to see your homework on my desk tomorrow. Twenty-five inches on how to know the difference between the bite of a vampire and the bite any other animal and how to treat the wound when you have been bitten.’ Some loud sighs erupted from the students as they heard the teacher call after them. Minerva had already scribbled it down in her planner and made her way out of the classroom. Emily joined her and laced their arms together, like she often did when she wanted to drag Minerva away and fire her with questions. As she had expected, Minerva got dragged away by her best friend. She quickly checked her watch. They would only have about five minutes, because the next lesson would start should and Minerva didn’t want to be late. Emily hadn’t said a word yet, but had pushed Minerva against the wall. She looked quite distressed and as Minerva tried to stand a bit more comfortable and rubbed her sore back, Emily bursted into her story.
‘I need your help Mini, because well… Briston asked me today and well he wants to go tonight but I don’t know. How can I go tonight? There is a curfew. He said it didn’t matter — well not exactly like that, he said something like — oh well I don’t remember. Anyways, help me because I do not know what to do!’ she exclaimed. Minerva blinked and looked at her friend. Not a single word had come through, because Emily had been talking extremely fast. She placed her hand on Emily’s shoulder and looked at her.
‘Deep breath.’ Emily nodded and did as told. ‘Alright. Now tell me again, what do you need my help with?’
‘Briston wants to meet up tonight, after curfew,’ she said, this time more clearly and less quick. Minerva looked at her and frowned. She seemed to process the words her friend had just spoken. Meanwhile the small clockwork on her wrist ticked the time away. It was only after a minute Minerva realized she hadn’t answered yet and that she was going to be late for class.
‘How is this even something you need to think about? You’re going to get caught and get house points taken from you. Don’t do it, you can meet him in Hogsmeade. I have to go to class,’ she said hastily. She hugged Emily quickly and then ran away, her books clammed to her chest. She shook her head as she entered the class breathlessly and couldn’t understand how Emily could even think it was a possibility to meet the “love of her life” past curfew in secret. How daft.

An extra heavy storm was brought by the skies to Hogwarts this evening. The bright sun that had given everyone some positive spirit over the being of the weather from now on, had completely sailed. Outside, the weather was disastrous and inside, that reflected on most students. Everyone went to bed early, sad and grumpy due to the storm. The clock had barely struck eleven and Minerva was already sitting in the Common Room on her own. She had just finished her homework and was packing up her stuff as something occurred to her. She had not seen Emily all night, which wasn’t very usual, because Emily would always come to her to at least tell her goodnight. Something weary grew in Minerva guts as she climbed up the stairs to check on Emily’s bed. It was no surprise to her — but a very big disappointment — when she found Emily’s bed very much empty. She wanted to curse and it took all her self-control not to do so, however, Minerva McGonagall did not curse. Instead, Minerva put her books away, took her wand in her hand and jogged downstairs. She was going to get Emily back, before someone else caught her. She might be a Headgirl, but Emily was still her best friend.
‘I don’t know why I’m doing this,’ Minerva murmured to herself as she stepped out the portrait passage. She tried promising herself she would not help Emily with her homework for at least the next week, but realized Emily was just in love and knew she couldn’t really hold her responsible. She would, however, most definitely lecture Emily about her behavior. Normally, Minerva would never do something as impulsive as this and this was the moment when she realized she had no idea where on earth Emily could be. She knew the castle well, but Minerva did not have time to search every inch of the castle for her best friend. She decided that she would just check a few spots and then go back to bed. She would do what she could for Emily, but she had gotten herself in this trouble. Minerva had warned her.
Minerva had only walked around the castle — her wand in front her, serving as a guiding light — when she heard footsteps. Immediately she put her wand away and looked around. What did she have to do now? Panic crept over her as Minerva had never done sneaking around the castle — except for one time she had forgotten to look up something in a book for homework that had to finished the next morning and she had sneaked into the library, but that was solely for her schoolwork! The footsteps grew closer and closer. Minerva paced up and down, she prayed for an idea to shoot her and like that, a door — she had not seen before — was there. She didn’t overthink for a minute and opened it — yes it was open, to her great surprise. Exactly at the moment she shut the door, she heard the footsteps come around the corner right to the point she had stood only a few seconds ago.