#minerva mice

[infernothechaosgod]

"the damsell in distress and the villian [in even more distress]"

turns out [hiding with your friend] kidnapping her and keeping her on a little stone while youre afraid of the water isnt a good idea

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[revivemyreverie]

“Aww, but I just love being a little nasty…”

Twisted from: Professor Ratigan from The Great Mouse Detective

Minerva Ratte

ミナーバ・ラット

CV: Daisuke Namikawa (浪川 大輔)

Technical info.

Gender: Male

Birthday: 07/02

Age: 18

Height: 178 cm (5’10)

Hair Color: Raisin Purple

Eye Color: Granola Yellow

Hand Pref.: Right

Homeland: Playpot City

College Info.

Class: 3A Set 20

Club: Track and Field

Favorite Subject: Conjuration

Other.

Hobby: Pickpocketing

Likes: His cat

Dislikes: Being called a fraud

Favorite Food: Non-Alcoholic Champagne

Hated Food: Blue Cheese

Specialty: Harp-playing

UM: It’s Snack Time!

With the ring of a bell, Minerva summons an enormous familiar capable of consuming whatever is in its path. However, this generates an extreme amount of blot, so it is rarely used.

Of Mice and Thieves

DETECTIVE PRODIGY ATTACKED BY ACCUSER

It's a rainy night in the city. Inside a house is a torn paper pinned to a bulletin board

Last week at █████████ ██████, renowned “youngest detective in the world” Ives Mishio was met face-to-face with a knife and a crazed classmate. Having won an award a mere month ago for solving a dastardly robbery in Playpot City’s museum, Mishio has become a household name almost overnight. The mayor of Playpot City awarded him with the title of “Royal Investigator” along with many recommendations should he want to further his education to greatness. His attacker, Minerva Ratte, disagreed with this decision, and decided to take matters into his own hands when no one would listen to him.

Mr. Ratte, who is well known throughout the school as Mishio's’ “one and only rival”, had already accused the young man of stealing his work and parading it around as his own. Mishio has already denied such claims of plagarization many times, informing the press that Ratte had become envious of his title as he was “no longer the center of attention”. And with this recent attack on the prodigy, Mishio's hypothesis has once again been proven correct.

Thankfully, before any serious harm could be done, the school’s doctor ran into the scene and apprehended the foul crimin…

The paper’s been ripped off, but the owner of the house stopped caring about stuff like that a long time ago. Now all he’s obsessed with is catching a thief who he'll never find.

[iamnmbr3]

Random question, but what do you think is everyone’s favorite ice cream flavors in the hp universe? What would their Fortescue order be? 🍨✨

(If “everyone” is too many, then I’d love to see your thoughts on the Golden Trio, Draco, Snape, Lupin, McGonagall, and Luna. Hope that isn’t too tall of an order!)

Golden Trio: Harry canonically buys strawberry-and-peanut-butter ice creams for himself, Ron & Hermione in book 2. Given that he's pretty attuned to his friends' likes and interests (as evidenced by how great the gifts he buys for them always are) I think it's safe to say he didn't just buy his favorite flavour and assume they'd enjoy it too. So apparently as far as the Golden Trio is concerned Fortescue strawberry-and-peanut-butter ice creams are IT. (I kinda judge but ok).

Draco: Ice cream was invented pre Statute of Secrecy so technically it's allowable but it's also also kind of pedestrian so pre-redemption Draco would probably insist that he much prefers some very fancy and expensive and magical dessert. Which he does like. But also he's secretly rather fond of mint chip.

Snape: Snape lived a sad and ice cream deprived life growing up but sometimes they had chocolate and vanilla included with the desserts at the castle. He liked both about the same. As an adult he doesn't bother with things like ice cream due to being sad and having basically no social life and no one to share it with and thus doesn't realize that he would be super into exotic flavors like lavender (his tragically undiscovered favorite) or cinnamon with red pepper.

McGonagall: Minerva seems like she would go for plain vanilla but actually is partial to a sunday with all the fixings including both muggle and magical toppings.

Lupin: He prefers chocolate. (Sadly, all the chocolate ice cream in the world is not enough to cheer him up.)

Luna: Luna doesn't eat ice cream because she objects to the fact that it's made using illegally poached sapient ice mice from Europa as part of a secret Ministry plot to establish a lunar base for breeding a heliopath army. (Her father has a very long article about it coming out in the next edition of of the Quibbler.)

[multifamdomfan]

The Lion’s Cub

Summary: In an alternate universe, Minerva McGonagall refuses to leave Harry Potter with the Dursleys. Instead, she raises him herself, shaping him into a very different kind of hero.

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The night was cold, and Minerva McGonagall stood outside Number Four, Privet Drive, her lips pressed into a thin line. She had watched the Dursleys for the entire day, and every instinct in her body rebelled against leaving Lily and James Potter’s son on their doorstep. Albus Dumbledore had insisted it was for the best, but Minerva could not shake the feeling of dread curling in her chest.

With one final glance at the swaddled infant in Hagrid’s massive arms, she made her decision.

“No,” she murmured, reaching for the sleeping baby. “I won’t leave him here.”

Hagrid blinked at her in surprise. “Professor? Dumbledore said—”

“I know what he said,” Minerva interrupted, steely determination in her voice. “But I won’t allow Lily and James’s child to grow up in a home devoid of love. He deserves better.”

She expected resistance, but Hagrid only nodded solemnly. “I reckon you’re right, Professor. Poor little tyke deserves a proper home.”

And so, instead of being left on the doorstep of the Dursleys, Harry Potter was taken into the care of the strict but fiercely protective Deputy Headmistress of Hogwarts.

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Chapter 1: The Lion’s Cub

Minerva McGonagall had always been a disciplined woman. Her home was neat, structured, and filled with books. It was a far cry from the messy, chaotic life of raising a child, but she adapted. Raising Harry was not easy, but it was never a burden.

From the moment he could walk, Harry had a tendency to get into trouble. Not maliciously—just an insatiable curiosity paired with the uncanny ability to find himself in the most unexpected places. More than once, Minerva had found him levitating teacups or turning her quills into mice with accidental magic.

Unlike the Dursleys, she never punished him for his abilities. Instead, she taught him. By the time he was five, he knew more about magical theory than most first-years. By seven, he had memorized the rules of Quidditch and could recite the life stories of famous witches and wizards from Hogwarts: A History.

But most importantly, he grew up knowing he was loved.

Minerva was not overly affectionate, but she was protective. She would sit beside him at night when he had nightmares, a cup of warm cocoa in her hands. She would scold him for sneaking biscuits before dinner but would always leave an extra one on his plate anyway.

And when he asked why he didn’t have parents like the other children, she would tell him the truth—but gently, and always with the promise that they had loved him more than anything in the world.

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Chapter 2: Hogwarts Bound

When Harry received his Hogwarts letter, he was not confused or frightened. He had known about the school his entire life. He had visited its halls, played in the empty classrooms during the summer, and even sat on the edge of the Quidditch pitch watching students practice.

Boarding the Hogwarts Express, Harry was confident and eager, his green eyes bright with excitement. He made friends easily—particularly with a red-haired boy named Ron Weasley and a bushy-haired girl named Hermione Granger.

But there were differences.

Harry was not wide-eyed at the sight of the castle. He had known it as home for years. He was not afraid of Professors Flitwick or Snape—though Snape seemed particularly irritated that Harry had been raised by his old Transfiguration teacher.

And when the Sorting Hat was placed on his head, it barely hesitated before shouting, “GRYFFINDOR!”

Minerva, watching from the staff table, allowed herself the smallest of smiles.

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Chapter 3: A Different Kind of Hero

A Harry Potter raised by Minerva McGonagall was still brave, still loyal, still determined—but he was also shrewd, thoughtful, and strategic.

He did not blindly rush into danger but considered his options carefully. He did not act out of sheer defiance but out of a calculated understanding of what was right and necessary. He still hated injustice, but instead of recklessness, he used wit and cleverness to fight back.

When he learned about the Sorcerer’s Stone, he did not simply sneak out in the dead of night—he went to his guardian first.

“Professor McGonagall,” he said firmly, standing in her office with Ron and Hermione by his side. “Something dangerous is happening at Hogwarts, and I think you should know.”

Minerva listened. And instead of dismissing him, she investigated.

Quirrell never got the chance to steal the Stone.

Voldemort never returned that year.

And the legend of Harry Potter—the boy who was meant to be reckless, the boy who should have faced danger alone—became something else entirely.

A different kind of hero.

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Epilogue

By the time he was seventeen, Harry was not just "The Boy Who Lived." He was a leader, a strategist, a wizard who had learned from the best.

The war still came. Voldemort still returned. But Harry was not unprepared. He did not stumble through prophecies and half-truths—he sought knowledge, demanded answers, and fought with a clear head.

He was still brave, but he was also wise.

And when he faced Voldemort in the final battle, it was not as a boy shaped by neglect and hardship—but as a young man who had been raised with love, with guidance, and with the unshakable will of a lion’s cub.

Minerva McGonagall watched as he stood victorious, her heart swelling with pride.

“Your parents would be proud,” she whispered, her voice steady.

Harry turned to her, a small smile playing on his lips.

“I know,” he said. “And so would you.”

And she was.

[teecupangel]

If no one ever explains anything to Ezio- how far into the ‘summoning’ conspiracy the guards have on the Cat bureau do you think he’ll get before he falls off the deep end of Cats are the Precursors and my entire life is a lie situations?

like everything anyone in the bureau says something and it just compounds upon his not knowing until he’s traumatized by the entirely wrong information and no one but the one cat who hasnt even joined the bureau knows about it.

Ezio:*sitting dejectedly in an alley covered in hay and feathers*

This random (potentially reincarnated) cat: Mew?

Ezio: It feels as though the world is finally visible to my eyes, and i do not know what to make of this view.

Cat: *purrs while cleaning ears*

Ezio: We are all just pawns in the grande games between the Cat and mice- but witch are we?! Am i a mouse in a templars game- or a Cat learning trials of old- Or am i a flea that lucky to simply be alive!?

Cat: *scratches*

Ezio: *sobs*

The “Altaïr gets a cult (but nobody cares about that) and gets lots of cats against his will” idea and the “Malik and Altaïr bickers like an old married couple” side-idea.

I mean… considering Ezio doesn’t really have any concrete ideas of what the Precursors were before Minerva’s message in the Vatican, I feel like the whole “cats are actually Precursors” stemmed from Desmond just nonchalantly telling Ezio everything. Desmond is not allowed to even tell anyone future-shattering ‘truths’ because this sort of thing happens. There’s just something chilling and depressing about being told the truth of the world and their future so nonchalantly as if he was simply talking about the weather.

Desmond didn’t mean any harm about it. He had simply reached a state that can be summarized as “everything is beauty, we should enjoy life because we will all die in the end” after his death.

That’s why Malik was in charge of life-altering truths.

Unfortunately, Malik and Altaïr were busy arguing and Desmond wanted to talk to Ezio so…

Here was Ezio, staring at the sky as he continued to stay laying on his back on top of a pile of hay, the feather he had been trying to get stuck on his hair as he contemplated…

What was the meaning of life?

Every action he takes has already been accounted for. No. Was meant to be.

“Meow.”

A cat of black, orange, grey and white hopped on his chest.

As he spilled his darkest thoughts, his worries and his fears, the cat remained on his chest, curling around himself and rubbing his head against Ezio.

All the while purring as if to comfort him.

Or perhaps enjoy his suffering.

Ezio could never be sure with these cats.

(It would be a few hours later, when Ezio visits them again to finally talk to Altaïr about their plans and if he was willing to take over the mentorship of his cul- the Brotherhood that he sees the same cat sitting on Desmond’s lap. Desmond happily introduces him as Yusuf and tells him that he just knows Ezio would love this cat.)

[mythgirlimagines]

Headcanons for Kiyo with a pet owl?

love that for him

There were precious few animals Kiyo would ever consider as a pet. He was a very particular person, after all. Not many pets, let alone people, could fill his qualifications.

An owl was the only animal he would ever keep as a pet. His owl, Minerva, was well trained and well behaved, something he made sure of by doing plenty of research before adopting her.

Naturally, Minerva was named after the Roman counterpart to the Greek goddess of knowledge. He would’ve gone with Athena, but Minerva was more fitting for this owl in particular.

Hope’s Peak had plenty of space for Minerva to fly, so she would get plenty of exercise. She could also help with pest control in the garden area, if any mice found their ways in.

Not many of his classmates had pets, though Himiko had taken an interest in Minerva, if only for aesthetic reasons. He didn’t mind showing her how well Minerva flew.

[cyberneticlagomorph]

Zeb holds tight to your hand for his first few steps into the Market, his eyes darting here and there, trying to take it all in and only ending up dizzy again.

But he doesn't complain.

You find Tigger at a stall selling juicy looking bugs from various rotting logs set up like fruit displays at the supermarket. He's chatting loudly with the vendors, bouncing in place and flapping his front paws as he does. "If i'da know you guys would be here too I woulda brought Pooh to come say hi!"

The vendors, a goblin and an absolutely MASSIVE beast of an orc, are smiling at him with soft nostalgic eyes like he's an old friend they haven't seen in such a long long time.

"Nah that's ok, we got to see you and that's enough for now." Says the goblin, a thin and wiry creature with a shock of cherry red hair and soft floppy looking ears. "But how is Pooh holdin' up with the whole... thing?"

"Poohbear is Poohbear, as long as he has his hunny he'll always be ok... we miss our boy though, and our other friends... a lot." Tigger stops bouncing and wrings his tail, ears back. "N' it's not like the new people we found aren't the bestest people, cuz they are!" He looks at you pointedly, and holds eye contact until he knows you know how much he means that. "Sometimes you just miss someone lots n' lots n' that's ok, the missin' gets easier after awhile I think."

"Yeah it does." Says the goblin with a glance at the orc, as if to say 'I know, may you never ever understand how much I Know'. "But enough mushy stuff, why don't you guys take a bag of bugs to go, on the house, my treat."

Zeb makes a face without meaning to, and is suddenly very grateful for the mask, "Bugs?"

"Bugs!" Says the orc. This is the first time you've seen one without the green paint that they normally wear, so he's a ruddy brownish-red with proud tusks, and an even prouder belly from snacking on his own wares. "Slimy yet satisfying! Truly rare delicacies we breed ourselves."

"I'd offer you a free sample, but the whole bag is free so that'd be redundant." Says the goblin, up to his shoulder in a mossy log, digging around in its rotting guts. Several smaller bugs and spiders skitter out of other holes, startled by the disturbance, only to be hoovered up by the orc. The goblin bops his partner on the snout with his free hand and frowns.

The orc gives the goblin puppy-dog eyes in return and the goblin just... sighs.

Several assorted bugs are chucked into a brown paper bag, and lightly dusted with raw salt before being handed over. Zeb gazes at the squirming mass with obvious distaste, despite his mask.

"Now you tell Pooh, Willy and Minerva we said hey, ok?" Says the goblin, pulling a little Leonid child out from behind a pile of extra logs, the kid's mouth is absolutely crammed with bugs. The little Leonid is nearly the same height as the goblin but that doesn't stop him from balancing the kid on one hip like a practiced mother. "And if you see anybody else from back home, you send 'em our way, yeah?

Tigger nods enthusiastically, doing happy flips and tricks midair as you wander away from the stall.

"Who were they?" Says Zeb, he's rolled the bag shut so he doesn't have to see what's in it, but he won't let you carry it for some reason.

"Friends from back home!" Tigger purrs, pausing to check out a stall selling candy spun from dreams.

"Oh, friends from the Wood?" You hand over a piece of gold to the dream-seller, and listen to Tigger purr purr purr as he gets his own paper bag to hold.

"Nah, thats Home, I mean home like where me and Pooh and the mice came from before we got here." Tigger digs through the bag and inspects the sweet dreams he's bought, his glass eyes sparkling.

You nod in understanding, but Zeb just stares for a bit, failing to grasp what Tigger means.

"...are those for Egg?" Zeb points at Tiggers bag.

"Some of 'em, but not all of 'em, she'd get a tummyache if she ate all of 'em." The plush tiger holds up a brilliant blue dream and watches the light dance across its sugar shell before putting it back in the bag.

"Be careful with those." You warn. "I'm not buying you more if you drop them."

"...I wanna buy something too." Zeb says in a voice so soft it might as well be a whisper. "But I dunno what to get... and I don't think they take people money, do they?"

"HUMAN money, but no they don't, they mostly trade things for gold or Sents." You pry Tigger away from another stall, this one selling shiny sharp and fragile things you don't want him dropping.

"Cents?" The boy asks.

"No, SENTS, short for Sentiments." You put Tigger on your hip like a toddler to keep him from touching more stuff, and he doesn't complain. "First kisses, emotions, dreams, wishes, that sort of thing."

"...isn't that illegal?" Zeb tilts his head.

"Not... really? Taking someones Sentiments without their consent and trading THOSE is very illegal, but dealing in or with Sents is just how fairies do things."

"Do... I have Sents?" Zeb stands still, as if the stillness will help him ponder this mystery better.

"Probably! But lets take you to an Appraiser and find out."

[toky502]

Prototype number 5: Green chimera

Mixed with snakes, a praying mantis and a scorpion and the attribute of kindness. The little being is quite grumpy and does not smile much, it has more similarities with a human snake, but despite that it does not attack anyone, something very strange. He demonstrated abilities to poison anything and change shape, he likes to make many burrows, as I have discovered he quite likes the earth since he smiles and is happy when he is in moist soil. He is not very sociable or friendly, but I suppose he does not feel safe with living beings, for my part I consider subjecting him to more tests to solve that issue, he takes too long in his tests. Mass production will take place as soon as possible, until the creature can be made as tame as possible. Lately, my youngest son's friend stops by the lab and visits prototype 5. She likes the creature's hostile attitude and its ability to change shape, she thinks he has personality and is cool. Surprisingly, the prototype does not attack her and imitates her. Maybe it's not such a bad influence, there's still hope!

Dr. Wayne Ding Gaster

Prototype number 6: Yellow chimera

Mixed with mice, a hedgehog and a baby leopard and the attribute of justice. The little being is quite affectionate and active, and for some reason really likes to run in circles. Tends more to behave like a human mouse, demonstrated the ability to run at high speeds despite his diminutive size and scream at a supernatural level. She is very sociable and friendly, his physical structure is stable, her passed the tests successfully in 3 days, thanks to his peaceful character. Mass production will be carried out as soon as possible. Asgore visited me one day to see how I was doing and found the prototype running around as usual everywhere in the lab. Asgore saw it and loved it immediately. He told me it was the cutest little thing he had ever seen in his long life. The creature also loves Asgore very much. To the point that he jumped with excitement when he saw him, I asked him if he wanted to adopt him and he agreed, he named "Minerva", I may have to set up a chimera adoption foundation, as many monsters love these prototypes.

Dr. Wayne Ding Gaster

Prototype number 7: Pink chimera

Mixed with ferrets, a lion cub and a weasel and the attribute of passion. The little being is quite cunning and flirtatious, for some strange reason he brings me gifts very frequently and chases me. He usually behaves more like a human ferret, but I suspect that his intelligence is evolving as he learns more new things, he demonstrated the ability to stretch his body at will to a supernatural level and use love pheromones to attract his rivals to make them docile. He is very sociable and friendly, his physical structure is stable, he passed his tests successfully in 5 days, performing very well to my surprise, as he made cute eyes at me every time he completed a test, I had a slight feeling that he wanted to impress me for some reason. Mass production will be carried out as soon as possible. The little creature is quite perceptive in his actions lately, as he manages to climb onto my bed on many occasions and bring me flowers. My children think I should adopt him as he is quite fun, I for one will think about it as I have never had a pet.

Dr. Wayne Ding Gaster

Prototype number 8: Orange chimera

Mixed with armadillos, an adult mole and a turtle and the attribute of bravery. The little being is quite shy most of the time but when he gains confidence he is very protective. Typically acting more like a human mole, he demonstrated the supernatural ability to release energy in very creative ways and alter his own body weight to an extreme level. He is very sociable and friendly, his physical structure is stable, he passed his tests successfully in 3 weeks, due to his shyness it took a little longer than expected. Mass production will be carried out as soon as possible. The creature loves lettuce and green things too much for some reason, on one occasion I found him sleeping with a lettuce. Apparently he likes to chew green things and eat them since he mistakes them for food. The prototype does not find interest in other vegetables or colorful objects, luckily it has a strong stomach and is not poisoned by what it consumes, I have the hypothesis that perhaps it is immune to poison but I will have to do more tests on this. In conclusion I have to find someone who wants to adopt him urgently. The prototype ate my favorite pillow!

Dr. Wayne Ding Gaster

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[infernothechaosgod]

Tcc sketches I made

you might have noticed the quality of my art and also the amount of it has gotten worse, it is a result of me trying to draw the pages at the same time as making these, I gotta stop and just finish the pages and not post for few days TOT

[alanshee-keeper-of-realms]

More like a Cinderella Tail,

So imma still working on Mickeys Beginnings in the Who Framed Roger Rabbit type AU World of off the animation table, but this scenes too funny to save and I had to share,

Aka in my notes as How Walt got Mickey to do his scenes in the very beginning,

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"I just don't what we are gonna do Roy, Mickey he's unlike Julius and Ozzie wrecking the sets refusing to act, running off-" he pulled down a blind watching Mickey chase after Minerva who looked right peeved at the other, whacking him on the head as he went to grab for her skirt again,

He stepped back sighing, they had 3 shorts, 3 of them and Michael so far had ruined every single one of the scenes they were attempting, they'd put everything into the fella and his girl so they could not create another, besides he had a gut feeling the Mouse needed motivation of some sort, beginning to pace trying to think he heard Ub who was in the corner quip in a teasing way

"Maybe you should bribe him with cheese," the animators eyes widened turning sharply

"What did you say?" His old friend shrugged with a grin

"Mice like cheese, right? Bribe him with cheese he does a scene, he gets a piece."

Walt returned the smile it was perfect like training animals. Roy looked dumbfounded between his brother and Iwerks before shrugging with a shake of the head,

"Well, whatever works, they're toons pretty sure that would work with their logic. I don't need to tell ya Walter if that mouse doesn't get these right that we are finished and will have to crawl back to Dad," the younger could only mutter,

"I know Roy, we will get him to behave,"

With the plan set Walt went down to the local deli and purchased a small block of cheddar, cost him a bit but to his excitment as soon as he had waved the food in front of the mouse Mickey had instantly scampered over and now sat on his haunches at the man's feet keenly listening as he laid out the rules

"Alright Mickey, you do a scene like we ask and you get a piece of cheese for being good. Fair trade?" The mouse nodded as the human cut a cube off, holding down the piece

The toon eagerly took it nibbling on the procured food happily, and then to Walts delight Mickey actually stood bipedal, strode on set and got to work. He was still being a bit mischievous with flipping Minnie's skirts and torturing a couple of the Toon animals but over all the footage was a lot better than the last 2 attempts,

Each time they called cut, Mickey would go on all fours bounding over for his reward, Walt wondered if Toons were like trained dogs at this point. But the intelligence in Michael's eyes spoke to the man that this Mouse Toon was more like a baby and toddler he just had to teach him,

That's if the Mouse didn't sink them first, for now they had sound to do on Steamboat Willie, the first noise he'd ever heard Michael make besides his squeaks,

He had whistled the first sort of intelligence the men had ever seen, it was a simple tune Walt himself whistled frequently, but it showed mimicry and again was an exciting prospect

Right now though bribing was better then again teaching. Perhaps once Mickey started showing he was more clever then mimicking him then he'd start guiding the Toon. He watched Mickey and Minnie chase one another around the studio like usual, he really did question if he should stop the behavior

[themurphyzone]

I just had this really stupid scenario for a PatB spoof of Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone where Brain goes after the titular stone so he can devalue the wizarding world's currency by creating lots of gold, inflate the price of gold to ridiculous levels, and bring the entire economy to a standstill so he can take over the wizarding world.

Because he and Pinky are mice kept for Transfiguration practice and Brain is tired of being turned into an actual teapot (and if Pinky sings I'm a Little Teapot one more time he's gonna feed him to the giant squid). Seriously, the wizards are not kind to animals here.

But in order to accomplish this, he and Pinky must become professors at Hogwarts. Brain is the professor and Pinky is the teacher's aide here, and their excuse for being talking mice is that they had an accident with magic. Everyone just accepts this.

The mice's curriculum isn't really spectacular compared to the other professors. While Brain tries to have lesson plans, Pinky tends to derail them into other fun fun silly willy topics, but between the pair of them, the class is surprisingly engaging and the students never know what they'll learn next. The subjects tend to be a hodgepodge of what you'll find in a normal school. Brain actually finds it appalling that the kids are 11 years old and they don't know basic history or science. The mice even perform Brainstem for the students when teaching anatomy.

Other things:

Pinky hates Scabbers with a passion. Brain is under the impression that it's because Scabbers is a rat, but Pinky thinks there's something up with him.

Brain doesn't allow cats and owls in his classroom for obvious reasons.

Brain gets very into Quidditch and is into calculations and fantasy teams and all that. Pinky doesn't understand the sport at all but he enjoys the excitement.

Pinky loves Divination. Brain thinks it's a load of crap.

Brain doesn't give House Points to any of the four houses. But he will dish out points for Pinky. And he does it A LOT. At the end of the year, it's revealed that Brain has given Pinky so many points that he edges out Gryffindor for the win, much to everyone's shock. Dumbledore is like 'um, ten points for Gryffindor for...being in matching uniforms!' and the professors tell him to stop showing favoritism, because it's already too late.

Pinky wins the House Cup, treats it like he's won an Oscar, and all the angry students chase them out of Hogwarts because they've been cheated out of the House Cup and Dumbledore is like 'see, I told you those two would promote interhouse unity! You owe me a hundred lemon drops, Minerva!'

[shewhowantsmouseears]

joining in on the mice writing fun

I've had two pals of mine write some extra disney fun, so I got enough juice to whip something out. Just a bit of exploration of a world i call the Knights Of Dreams. If you'd like to learn more about that, I've got a tag set up for that, but feel free to ask more! Hope you enjoy!

Would it really be exaggerating to say the sun was shining brighter today? Donald took a moment to muse about this, adjusting the collar of his robes and hoping he hadn’t already outgrown this one. The magics of the kingdom affected the weather when enough emotions were in unison, but that tended to result in thunderstorms and rain, not bright sunny days. Then again, it wasn’t as if that was impossible – he’d been learning more and more that “impossible” was a word that didn’t exist. If the sun was brighter due to the all the harmony the kingdom was experiencing, wasn’t that a good thing? He wanted to believe things would be all right today, and that even the enemies that sprawled in the darkness would take a break.

However, he was a pessimist at heart, and grumbled quietly as he readjusted his outfit six times over. Things would probably go wrong today, if only to him and his bad luck. He could only hope it wouldn’t spread to Daisy – and speaking of which, he’d done more than enough checking in the mirror. She’d be stopping by soon, and he was going to escort her to the festival grounds. She’d been bragging for ages about the outfit she was going to wear, and even Donald’s darkest thoughts couldn’t put a damper on that – his girlfriend was beautiful no matter what, but her keen sense of color and cloth always had a way to make that beauty stand out even more. She was going to be a knock-out, his bad luck be damned.

He descended the rickety wooden stairs, but even their usual squeaks couldn’t hide the whispers below. He paused mid-step, eyes narrowing as he saw the conspirators on the first floor. Della and Mickey were already dressed to the nines, though Della was roughly tugging on a sleeve or two much to Mickey’s annoyance. From what Donald could gather, Mickey was repeatedly asking Della if she was “sure about this idea” and Della, ever confident, was replying over and over that “no one will notice, it’ll just be for a little while, grab her and go.”

Donald inherited many things from his mother, and unfortunately, one of them tended to be mother-henning. He cleared his throat as he resumed walking downward, and the two below jerked, realizing they’d been caught. On the last step, Donald turned toward them, parenting face on, arms crossed. “What are you two planning?”

He didn’t expect them to be honest. Of course not.

“Plannin’?” Mickey went first, eyes darting here and there. “Dunno what’cha mean, Donald. We were just gettin’ ready for the festival, right, Della?”

Della waved a dismissive hand, always bolder when it came to fibs. “Honestly, Donald, what could we possibly be planning? Aside from having a good time?”

Donald clicked his tongue. He never claimed to be a genius, but whenever Mickey and the word “her” was involved, there was one conclusion to make. “So, he’s not planning on doing anything with Princess Minerva today?” Now neither one would look him in the eyes. “Especially not today of all days, when she’s finally out of the castle, so everyone’s eyes will be on her, so trying to do anything with her would be the stupidest thing you could think of?” There was a light rapping on the door, which he ignored. “And if you were actually dumb enough to think you could get away with it, which you wouldn’t, the other knights, plus Scrooge, plus the King himself would make your life miserable forever and always?”

“Your faith is astounding as always, brother mine.” Della replied, her voice not wavering an inch. “Someone’s at the door.” The knocking hadn’t stopped.

“Really, Donald, just relax!” Mickey meekly held his hands up in protest. “Today’s all about the good things the year has brought us, remember? You don’t wanna start off the festival with a sour face.”

“I swear,” Donald said as the knocking increased in volume and speed, “If you two do anything to the princess, heads will roll! And then they’ll blame me for it too! All I ask for is one day without either one of you giving me a headache, is that too much to ask?! One single day?!” He then whipped around, yanking on the door handle so hard it was a miracle the dang thing didn’t crack off. “AW, WHADDYA WANT?!”

Knock-out had been a good word to use earlier, as one look at Daisy in her new dress – especially as it hugged all her curves in ways Donald was eager to do the same, the fluff of her chest sticking out perhaps a smidgen more than usual, and her eyes taking on a certain glow with freshly painted make-up on her always pretty face – snuffed out the candle of Donald’s rage. It also did a good job at snuffing out all coherent thought he had. Daisy waited patiently, raising an eyebrow. “Well? Are you ready to go?”

Donald’s throat made a noise that couldn’t been a “gnugk” but no one was quite sure.

“I’ll take that as a yes.” Daisy took his arm, and made a silent salute to her fellow conspirators. They flashed her a grin – Donald glanced back, feeling as if he’d missed something, but a kiss on his cheek shut his brain up again. The happy couple walked off, and Mickey exhaled deeply in relief.

“We’d better get a move-on too,” Mickey said as he wiped a bit of sweat from his brow. “I hope you know what you’re doing with this idea of yours, Della.”

“Have I ever let you down before, Mick?” She probably should have seen his expression of exasperation coming. “… Okay, when it mattered?” His look didn’t change. “Naysayers, I’m surrounded by naysayers and… jerks!” With a huff, she grabbed Mickey by the wrist and dragged him along, and was welcomed by his quiet chuckling.

The Flower Festival was in full bloom, with the pun quite intended. One couldn’t walk a foot without encountering blossoms of all shapes and colors curling around the buildings and pathways. Their sweet smells permeated the air, and there was a gentle breeze that sent lofty petals into many a fair maiden’s hair. Mickey and Della had barely turned the corner before they heard the bands playing, and the sound of delighted children shrieking delightfully in their own games. On a day like this, it was easy to forget all the attacks and invaders mere weeks ago – which, Mickey thought, was probably for the best. Typically, the festival lasted four days, and this was merely the beginning. He wasn’t sure they could make it all four days without a visit from the League of Nightmares.

Destroying this kind of happiness would be right up their alley – hadn’t they announced to anyone and everyone their very existence was to wipe out the dreams of this peaceful kingdom? Mickey rubbed his chest, starting to worry. The Nightmares were always so eager to destroy any light they found, to rip apart families, lovers, friends, and show how weak those bonds could be. On a day meant to bring joy, wasn’t this like offering the Nightmares a full meal on a silver platter? Mickey was sure they couldn’t possibly cancel the festival, and yet…

He felt someone bump into the back of his legs, and Mickey fumbled forward, knocking into Della. She caught him and straightened him up, and the two of them watched a gaggle of kids sprint down the dirt road, waving self-made streamers and throwing freshly grown flowers at one another. The child that hit Mickey had also stumbled, gave a shy smile of apology, then raced to join their friends. Mickey couldn’t even be mad – had the child stayed a second longer, he would have ruffled their hair and shoved them along. Della watched them with a large smile on her face, no doubt thinking of her own little boys and eager to catch up with them.

The town square was almost unrecognizable. Every shop had replaced their displays and signs in accordance to fit the flowery theme, offering new wares and special tastes only for this time of the year. Crafting tables had been set up mostly for the little ones, but there were a few elderly ones about to create the paper lanterns which would be used later in the night. The May Pole was still being set up, and while Mickey was certain he was taller than last year and the year before, he still swore the pole was higher than ever. Everyone was moving, everyone was making merry, and everyone was choosing not to think of the darkness.

“Looks like the guests of honor haven’t arrived yet,” Della said as she scanned the area, a hand over her eyes to see better. “So maybe we have time to rope a few more fellas into the scheme.”

Mickey tried not to roll his eyes. “First off, if you have to call it a scheme, don’t say scheme out loud! And secondly, I dunno if anyone else would be willing to go along with it. Goofy and Launchpad are honest to a fault, Drake’s a born tattletale, and Pete would hold it over my head forever.” But after a moment more, he allowed the festive smells and songs to ease his mood. “Besides… look around! They’re all having fun already. I can’t take ‘em away from that.”

This was one of the few days the Knights of Dreams weren’t expected to stand to duty. Oh, sure, if thieves and bandits were making trouble, they’d step in and save the day. But it was expected on the Flower Festival that they’d spend time with their loved ones – even heroes needed a day off. Goofy was having unexpected trouble with a candied apple, with Clarabelle at his side yammering on about something or other he wasn’t listening to. Millie was fetching drinks for her friends, still falling into “servant mode” without meaning to, while Horace to keep Clarabelle from accidentally leaning against freshly painted decorations as she continued to babble. Clarabelle spotted a friend, and when she enthusiastically waved, she smacked Horace into the very paint he’d been trying to protect her from.

Peg had noticed the wave and returned it before resuming rolling barrels of freshly squeezed wine into place. Her family’s business tended to do triple their usual numbers on these knights, so she was making sure to be prepared ahead of time. Pete had been shanghaied into helping, and while Mickey couldn’t make out exactly what they were snapping to each other, he knew it was all loving barbs. Rumors said the two were going to announce their formal engagement this year – though those rumors had been swimming around the last two years as well, so they didn’t hold too much weight to anyone except Peg herself… who Mickey suspected of starting said rumors. Pete almost ran his barrel over Launchpad’s foot, but there was no grudge between them – Mickey doubted Launchpad could hold grudges against anyone.

Usually around this time, Launchpad would be swamped with attention from every almost eligible bachelorette (and many bachelors as well, let’s not kid ourselves) in the kingdom. But since his little sister, Loopy, was hanging onto his arm, Mickey guessed the hungry crowd was waiting for her to leave before they could hunt him down. He had to wonder if Loopy already knew this and was trying to save her big brother from being lovingly mobbed, and glanced over at Della – Scrooge had been trying for ages to marry Della off, if only for her “security”, and Launchpad had been one of the offers. The last time that topic had been brought up, Della threatened to shove Scrooge’s magic staff somewhere unpleasant, so Mickey decided not revisit the issue. In the present, Della wasn’t paying anyone any particular attention, until she suddenly made a sudden snort of annoyance.

Plenty of people in the kingdom still couldn’t believe Drake had gotten himself such a lovely girlfriend – Drake included, if he was honest – and he was inclined to show Morgana off at any given opportunity. Even now she was still getting admiring looks from anyone she passed, and every stare she acquired just made Drake’s ego grow bigger. She was holding hands with him, though didn’t appear to be interested in the cakes and drinks offered – her eyes remained on the glittery jewels and trinkets being showcased, things that were likely out of Drake’s budget.

“I still don’t trust her,” Della said under her breath. “There’s something fishy about her and her whole circus.”

Mickey knew it was unwise to poke a hornet’s nest, but he’d grown up alongside Donald and Della since they were toddlers – and it was a sibling’s duty to poke, poke, poke. “Y’know, usually it’s Gladstone who’s a little green around the gills…”

Della slowly turned her head towards Mickey. “What’s that supposed to mean?” She asked, despite knowing full well what Mickey meant. Mickey knew his pseudo-sister enough that Scrooge’s marriage offers were never going to come to fruition, as Della preferred her partners to be… frankly, female. The only reason Della hadn’t told her uncle this was she was sure he’d just widen the map of potential marriage candidates and nag her about it even more.  While she did enjoy companionship, she wasn’t sure she was ready to settle down, especially not with three little boys to raise.

Still… Mickey had noticed where her eyes wandered, and poke, poke, poke. “I think someone might be a little bit jeal-”

He hadn’t finished the word before Della grabbed his black nose in firm first, glaring hellfire at him. “I’m going to release your schnozz in five seconds. And when I do, you’d better rethink your sentence, because if you’re implying I’m jealous of Drake Mallard of all people, I’ll march right up to Princess Minerva and tell her how long it took you to stop wetting the bed.”

The League of Nightmares had nothing on Della Duck. “Drake who?”

“Atta boy.” She let go of his nose, and he winced as he rubbed it, grateful that the color would hide any bruises. Elsewhere, Drake had broken his hold with Morgana in order to scoop up his daughter, who in turn plopped a freshly made flower crown on top of his head. As they laughed, Morgana’s usual seductive flair seemed to melt into warm comfort, though it seemed even Morgana wasn’t aware of how she looked. Drake then called out to Launchpad, bringing him over, and Launchpad encouraged Pete and Peg to take a break, and Peg wanted to bring over Goofy and his gang, and there was Donald and Daisy taking up a slow dance in the corner…

And everything was right. And everything was good. And Mickey would have given every ounce of magic he had to keep it that way forever.

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Past to Present- Part One

She always loved the view of the grounds. She stood facing out of the classroom window, transfixed on the glow the castle gave off from this angle. The shimmer, emitting from the grass and trees. True, this was a magical place (in the most literal sense of the word), but the beauty alone always surpassed the acts of magic, in her personal opinion.

A verbal "knock, knock" came from the opening of the door by a most familiar voice. She turned and smiled. "Mum!" She crossed the room and took Minerva McGonagall into her arms. " And here I thought I got the jump on you this year. I should have known." Minerva took her daughters hands and stepped back, giving her an amused smile. " Morrigan, I believe I arrived just shortly before you did, so I'll give you the win just this once." Her eyes sparkled. "How are you? The journey wasn't too bad, I hope?" Morrigan escorted her mother to the closest desk chairs and sat. "Not bad at all. Dumbledore allowed me to use the fireplace in his office for the day. Daughter of the Deputy Headmistress privileges, I'm sure." She knew this wasn't typical; being allowed to utilize the floo network in and out of the school (if not for emergencies). However, Dumbledore had always taken a great liking to her and her mother. Allowing for some given grace in certain circumstances. "Now, now..." Minerva shook her head and tapped the back of her daughter's hand. " You know full well that has nothing to do with me. Although..." she looked a little apprehensive now. " Albus has invited the two of us for afternoon tea." Morrigan looked at her, a little confused. "Oh, alright. Is... something wrong?" "No, no of course not!" Minerva reassured her. "I believe he just has some before term notices he would like to discuss with you, I mean to say; us." She had hardly ever seen her mother so nervous. But surely if it was true that nothing was wrong, there should be no need for concern...

They exited the classroom and made their way to the Headmasters office at a quarter till noon. "Are you ready for classes to start?" Minerva asked her, smiling. " Oh, yes!" Morrigan beamed. " I have a trip planned for my seventh years to visit St. Mungos. Some first hand experience and visuals of the field. Just the minor levels, nothing too graphic." She hurriedly reassured her mum after she had fixed her with a hard stare. Morrigan taught Healer Studies. A class dedicated to the Healer profession and those wishing to follow that path after their time at Hogwarts. However, other students were invited to participate in her class as well, who were choosing alternative paths; such as becoming Aurors. They talked all the way to the foot of a large stone gargoyle. " Ice Mice". At those words, the gargoyle jumped aside and allowed them to ascend the large staircase hidden behind it. Minerva rapped three times on the wooden door before they heard a soft "enter." The door opened, and they both stepped into the vast office, filled with natural light and strange objects. Albus Dumbledore slowly stood from behind his desk, smiled, and gestured for them to sit before him. "Ah, the McGonagall's! What a pleasure to have you both here! Please sit,sit." With a wave of his wand, a large tea pot and three cups and saucers flew through the air and landed gently on the desk. " Morrigan, I'm delighted to hear rave reviews from your classes. Every student who had taken your class last year had thoroughly enjoyed your teachings, with also astounding success rates on their exams. I can not thank you enough for taking up the post with such grace." Morrigan blushed. "It was my pleasure, Professor, truly." He beamed at her. "Should you need anything, my door is always open for you." A moment passed, and Proffesor Dumbledore now looked perturbed. "I must confess, this year will be difficult. With the Dementors playing guests to the grounds. I do not wish to have them here, but it is on the Ministry's request for the time being." Morrigan instinctively turned rigid. She, of course, knew why the Dementors were being stationed at Hogwarts.

This was a hot-button topic between the McGonagall women. Where Sirius Black was concerned, they could not see eye to eye. Morrigan was incredibly close to Sirius and the group that called themselves "The Maurarders" during their time at Hogwarts. She knew Sirius was wrongfully accused, but no one would hear of it. They had already damned him to a lifetime at Azkaban. She knew Dumbledore attributed to this, as he spoke against Sirius at the time of conviction. Not that she blamed him. All of the evidence did point towards Sirius. However, Morrigan knew better. Her best friend didn't have it in him to kill all of those incident people. She snuck a glance at her Mother and could see her eyes burning into her raised teacup, avoiding her gaze.

"I am however," Dumbledore continued, stirring a lump of sugar into his cup. "Delighted that we have filled the post for Defense Against the Dark Arts!" Morrigan's eyebrows raised at this. Surely, no one could be stupid enough to take the job! She would never say so out loud, but the position was, if not cursed, extremely unlucky for anyone who had filled it. "Really, Professor? Might I ask...who?" Dumbledore looked at her, his eyes hovering just above his half-moon spectacles. "Why, Remus Lupin, of course." Morrigan dropped her cup, tea puddled around her shoes, and she started blankly at him. "Come again?" She asked, her mind turning to mush. Dumbledore looked from Morrigan to her Mother, "Surely you told her, Minerva?" Morrigan turned sharply towards her mother, who was still avoiding her gaze, staring at a spot somewhere behind Dumbledore. "I hadn't found quite the right time, Albus..." Dumbledore folded his hands in his lap. "I see." Morrigan could hear the loud ticks of the grand clock in the corner, each making her heart palpitate louder and harder than it had in a long time. "Will that be a problem, Morrigan? I know you and Mr. Lupin have a...ah... history. However. I know you both to be extremely professional and able for your posts." Morrigan tore her eyes away from her mother and looked at the headmaster. "No... no, of course not Headmaster. No problem at all." She swallowed a huge lump in her throat. "Um... do you know when he will be arriving?" Dumbledore gave her a knowing smile."He arrived just shortly after you did. I also allowed him to use my fireplace. He will be staying for the weekend to stage his classroom and will be returning again on the Hogwarts Express at the start of term." Morrigan thought she was going to have a heart attack. "He's here?! Now?" Her voice had gone up several octaves, and her throat felt very dry. "Oh yes! I'm sure he's getting well acquainted with the castle once more. Now, if you don't mind Morrigan, I do need to discuss a few things with Minerva." He stood from his chair, and so did she. He crossed to her and took her hand in his. "I find," he said gently, leading her to the door. "That our past comes back to us in the most peculiar ways. However, it is up to us to leave it in the past or to explore the possibility of making it our future.' They stopped in front of the door, he smiled kindly at her. She knew she could not hide her expression of worry. " Now, you go and prepare your classroom. I know we took a great deal of your time. I thank you for indulging an old man the privilege of your company." She smiled back, gave her Mother a sharp look, and turned to leave the Headmaster's office.

She took her time, heading back to her classroom. Remus Lupin. She hadn't thought about him. Well, no, that was a lie. It was more accurate to say she tried not to think about him after all this time. They had been friends for years. Remus, being more quiet than James and Sirius, still had a cunning and wit that Morrigan marveled. They eventually dated in their fith year. She could never bring herself to forget the way his hand felt in hers. Or the way his eyes always met hers from above the book he was reading at the time. Or... his lips... on hers. She can't believe her mum hadn't told her. The moment she got that woman alone she would certainly get an ear full- Suddenly, it was as if she had collided with a wall. She abruptly fell backward and waited for impact with the floor. It did not come. Not realizing her eyes were closed tight, she opened them slightly and looked up to see the same person she had just been thinking about. "Hello Dove."

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Chapter 12

The Journey from Platform Nine and Three Quarters

Summary:

Our characters read another chapter...

Notes:

BOLD = Bookquotes ITALICS = Parsel UNDERLINE = Younger Version of a Character

When they returned to the main chamber, Madam Bones quickly confirmed that Lord Black had not actually received a trial. The witches and wizards present were horrified. Especially the purebloods in the room. To think that an heir to an old and respected - if dark - house had been put into prison without trial was unbelievable.

Once the crowd had calmed somewhat, Professor Flitwick began the charm on the book again and they all settled down for the next chapter. Everyone seemed eager for Harry to get to Hogwarts. Whether that was to see the boy's excitement at finally entering the magical world or because they wanted to get the poor child away from the Dursleys, no one was quite sure.

Harry's last month... it did become a bit depressing after a while.

"Why was it depressing?" Ron asked. "I would have thought you'd be grateful. They were finally leaving you alone."

"It's not nice having no one to talk to, being alone. I spent whole weeks with barely a word spoken to me."

Young Harry was nodding along. "Sometimes, it's better for someone to shout and rave at you, at least then you exist."

The two Harrys exchanged a look, clearly understanding one another, while everyone else was silently plotting the Dursleys double murder.

Harry kept to his room... A History of Magic.

"You actually read your text books?" Both Hermione and Ron gaped at him.

"Of course, I did," Harry said, looking between the pair. "I knew nothing of the magical world. I wanted to know everything."

"His school books were very interesting... kept bring back dead mice."

I miss her, Harry murmured to himself in parsel.

Every night... September the first.

"I used to do that too," Sirius admitted.

"Yeah?" Harry knew that his godfather's childhood hadn't been sunshine and roses either.

"Every year."

On the last day... King's Cross station the next day,

"Leaving it a little late, aren't you?" Hermione asked.

"Less time for him to change his mind," young Harry answered as his older self nodded his head.

so he went down... ran from the room.

The younger children all laughed at Dudley's behaviour.

"Er... grunted to show he was listening.

"Wait!" Fred said.

"You understand," young George said.

"TROLL!" older George finished.

"Er... Magic carpets all got punctures, have they?"

"Magic carpets are illegal," someone said.

"How does he know about magic carpets?" someone else asked.

"The statute of secrecy doesn't work by keeping the muggles ignorant, it works by making everything magical unbelievable," Hermione explained. "They know more about magic than you could possibly imagine. They just don't believe in it."

Harry didn't say anything... His aunt and uncle stared.

"Your aunt knew where the platform was," Severus said sternly. "She'd picked Lily up with her parents often enough."

Harry felt momentarily irrationally angry. How could his aunt hate him so much that she hadn't even helped him get onto the platform? Instead choosing to abandon him in the middle of a busy London station.

"Platform what?... howling mad, the lot of them

"Is she really not going to say anything?" Severus growled.

"Hagrid, why didn't you tell him how to get on the platform?" Minerva asked, clearly irritated. This is why it was usually a head of house that visited muggle raised children.

You'll see... before he goes to Smeltings."

"That should have been reported, Mr Hagrid," Madam Bones said crossly. "That tail should have been removed by a healer. This is a breach of the statute of secrecy."

"Er..." Hagrid hung his head. He hadn't really thought about Dudley or his tail after the whole incident.

Harry woke at five... he'd change on the train.

"Good," Moody said. "Don't need a bunch of muggles seeing you in wizard's robes. They'd ask questions."

Hermione blushed. "I wore mine on the first day," she admitted shyly.

"It should really be written into the letter somewhere," Harry said. "Neither muggle raised kids or wizard raised kids understand the dangers of wearing robes outside of wizarding spaces."

"That's because the adults don't understand it either," Sirius said.

"Yeah, that's why we need a better muggle studies class and it should be compulsory."

"WHAT?" Several of the younger purebloods including Draco Malfoy looked terrified.

"You don't know the first thing about fitting in with muggles," Harry argued.

"Why would I ever want..."

"That should be obvious, son," the younger Lucius said. "In an emergency, for example, or if you were to ever find yourself stranded."

"Happens all the time, one minute you're walking down a street and next you're surrounded by muggles," Tonks said cheerily. "Got to be prepared to blend in if you don't want to break the statute of secrecy."

He checked his Hogwarts list... wheeled it into the station for him.

"That's strange," young Harry said. "He's never that nice."

"Wait for it," Harry laughed.

Harry thought this was strangely kind... and in the middle, nothing at all.

"Bastard," Sirius muttered under his breath.

"Have a good term... the Dursley's drive away.

"They did not just abandon you in London!" Mrs Weasley had jumped to her feet and was screeching at the top of her lungs. "Of all the irresponsible, cruel things to do."

"Molly dear," Arthur tried to placate his wife, pulling her back to her seat.

All three of them were laughing... He'd have to ask someone.

"Bad idea," Remus said.

"We really should have a teacher meet the new muggle raised students at the entrance," Minerva said to her colleagues.

He stopped a passing guard... muttering about time wasters.

"He wasn't very helpful, was he? Considering you were only eleven!" Mrs Weasley was furious. "Didn't even bother asking if you were alone or where your parents were."

Harry was now trying hard not to panic... inspector's stand between platforms nine and ten.

"Definitely don't do that," Moody growled.

At that moment a group of people... "- packed with Muggles, of course-"

"Who the hell is talking about muggles in a bloody muggle train station!" Moody growled again. "Has everyone lost their damn minds. The statute of secrecy, people! It exists for a reason!"

Harry swung round... and they had an owl.

"Molly!" Arthur shook his head. "What were you doing!"

"What was I supposed to do?" Molly asked. "I could see him, a small boy clearly alone and very lost. I had to do something."

"Thank you, Molly," Sirius said. Statute of secrecy be damned. His godson had needed help.

"What were you doing on the muggle side anyway?" Minerva asked.

"Floo powder is expensive and Ginny wasn't used to it yet," Molly said, "so Arthur drove us there before apparating to work."

Heart hammering, "Nine and three-quarters!" piped a small girl

"Why would you ask that?" someone asked.

"King's Cross is a large station," Molly said, "and if one of them were to get lost, I wanted to know they could find the platform. It was the place we always agreed we'd meet if someone ended up separated from the rest of us."

"I remember that time Bill went missing at King's Cross," young Arthur said softly. "Never been so scared in my life."

also red-headed... "You're not old enough, Ginny, now be quiet. 

"Ah! Ginny!" George grinned at his baby sister. "Such a cutie!"

All right, Percy, you go first. "... the boy had vanished.

"I had no idea what had just happened," Harry admitted, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Fred, you next," the plump woman said... but how had he done it?

"Which one of you was it?" Ron asked George.

"I'll never tell," his older brother answered somberly. Most of his family couldn't tell him and Fred apart. Not that it mattered anymore. Fred was gone after all.

Now the third brother... "Excuse me," Harry said to the plump woman.

"I remember thinking you had such lovely manners," Mrs Weasley told him gently.

"Hello, dear," she said... a long nose.

"Thanks mate," Ron muttered.

"Yes," said Harry... He had done it.

The younger ones all erupted with applause. As if he'd just done something brilliant. All except a couple of the purebloods, who merely rolled their eyes.

Smoke from the engine... "Gran, I've lost my toad again."

"Oh, Neville," the Dowager Longbottom shook her head knowingly, "always losing your toad."

"Oh, Neville,"... something inside poked out a long, hairy leg.

Hagrid leaned forward in his chair, eager to hear more about Lee's pet.

"That spider was confiscated on the first night and sent straight back home," Minerva said sternly, eyeing the younger children. "The list makes it perfectly clear. Owl, cat or toad!"

Harry pressed on... a corner of the compartment.

"Good boys," Molly said, looking a little sad.

"Thanks,"... "Oh, him," said Harry. "I mean, yes, I am. "

"Oh, him? Didn't even recognise your own name?" Draco sneered. Then paused. He shouldn't do that. It was quite apparent that Potter hadn't known his own name for quite a bit of his childhood. He looked over at the Boy-Who-Lived and took a deep breath. "Sorry. I didn't mean..."

"I know. It's okay," Harry said, brushing off his apology.

The two boys gawked at him... "Ron, you've got something on your nose. "

"HARRY!" Ron glowered.

"What? It's not my fault you had something on your nose."

The youngest boy tried to jerk out of the way... "All summer-"

"George, you shouldn't tease him like that," Molly said.

"Yeah, I know," George grumbled.

"Oh, shut up," said Percy the Prefect.

"Percy the Prefect!" George's face lit up. "Why didn't we ever think of that?"

"How come Percy gets new robes, anyway?"... you've blown up a toilet or-"

"Don't give them ideas!" Minerva and Severus said as one.

"Blown up a toilet? We've never blown up a toilet. "

"Have now," George said, grinning. He desperately wished he could share this with his twin.

"Great idea though, thanks, Mom. "

The teachers all groaned.

"It's not funny...  "Harry Potter!"

Harry didn't look at anyone. It still bothered him how much people seemed to be interested in him. He didn't think that would ever change but it didn't mean he had to like it.

Harry heard the little girl's voice... something you goggle at in a zoo.

Ginny was bright red with embarrassment.

Is he really, Fred?... You-Know-Who looks like?"

"You didn't actually ask him did you, George?" Arthur asked sternly.

"Of course not!" George couldn't actually believe his father thought that he and Fred would show such a lack of compassion.

Their mother suddenly became very stern... "Don't, Ginny, we'll send you loads of owls. "

Ginny covered her face with her hands in embarrassment.

"We'll send you a Hogwarts' toilet seat. "... "Only joking, Mom. "

"I never did get that toilet seat," Ginny commented.

"We found a better use for it," George said, winking at Harry.

The train began to move... better than what he was leaving behind.

"Anything would have been better than the Dursleys," young Harry muttered.

The door of the compartment slid open... "Everywhere else is full. "

"Liar!" George teased. "There was plenty of space. You just wanted to meet the great Harry Potter."

Ron went red. "Well... Yeah."

Harry shook his head... black mark on his nose.

"Urgh." Ron rubbed his nose nervously as his siblings sniggered.

"Hey, Ron. "... "Are you really Harry Potter?" Ron blurted out.

"RONALD WEASLEY!" Mrs Weasley roared. "What had I just said?"

Ron hid behind Hermione. "I didn't mean anything by it."

Harry nodded... He pointed at Harry's forehead.

"No tact! Absolutely no consideration for Harry's feelings," Mrs Weasley ranted.

"It's okay, Mrs Weasley. I didn't mind," Harry lied.

Harry pulled back his bangs to show the lightning scar... "Nothing?" said Ron eagerly.

"I specifically said not to ask about that," Mrs Weasley said.

"Actually you told us not to ask," George cut in with a grin, "if he could remember what old Moldie looked like."

"Well - I remember a lot of green light, but nothing else. "

"You shouldn't even remember that much," several of the adults muttered.

Harry didn't tell them that he remembered a lot more now.

"Wow," said Ron... he looked quickly out of the window again.

Again all the Weasleys were laughing at Ron, whose face was the same colour as his hair.

"Are all your family wizards?" asked Harry, who found Ron just as interesting as Ron found him.

"What? Why?" Ron asked, bewildered.

"You grew up with magic." Harry shrugged.

"Er - Yes, I think so... but we never talk about him. "

"Why not?" young Harry asked.

"He's a squib," Molly said softly. "The Prewitts never sent away their squib children, but he resented those of us with magic. It was hard for him."

"Our world doesn't do enough to make squibs feel welcome," Harry said matter-of-factly. "We actively force them out of the wizarding world. Which is stupid when if they have a child with another squib from another family line - one their own family hasn't married into - there's no reason they won't have magical offspring, or potentially grandchildren."

The others - especially the purebloods - were looking at him like he'd lost his head.

"Where do you think muggleborns come from?" Harry asked. "I mean just look at my mother, she was related to Merlin!"

"Yeah, but they're squibs!" young Draco said.

"Right, and they're a risk to the statute of secrecy when you fling them out into the muggle world. They know all about our world and because of how they were treated, they resent us."

"Yes but what would they do?" Lucius asked, leaning forward.

"There's plenty of things they could do," Harry said. "There are clerical jobs in the ministry that would not require magic, they could work in muggle relations, they could work in research on various topics like history or muggle science and technology, they could teach history or English or other theoretical subjects, they could work as lawyers. There's plenty they could do, but we're too prejudiced against them to allow it."

"Who would they teach English to?" Draco sneered.

"You, and other Hogwarts students," Harry said. "Professors, is it or is it not true that muggle raised students are better at constructing essays?"

They all nodded their heads. "Yes, Mr Potter," Professor Flitwick said, "as a general rule that is true."

"And that's because we've been learning to do it since we started school at the age of four or five," Harry explained. "We need a wizarding primary school to level the playing field."

"What do you mean?" Lucius asked.

"Well, wixen raised kids know about our society, they know our laws, culture and beliefs. Muggle raised kids aren't taught that. It's sort of just presumed they'll work it out eventually. At the same time, wixen raised kids know next to nothing about the muggle world and that's a risk to the statute of secrecy. In fact, I'd argue both of those things are a risk to the statute. After all, it's easy to break a law when you don't know it exists."

Lucius was nodding his head, eagerly listening.

"Next you have English," Harry said. "As I've already said muggle raised kids learn to read critically, how to write essays and research papers, and other key skills that will help them in their future studies. But at the same time, muggle raised kids are never taught household spells or personal hygiene and health related spells. We're just expected to work it out. Not to mention, wixen raised tend to have a greater grasp of magical theory."

"Right, so you'd put them all into school together earlier?"

"Yeah, it would be a day school," Harry said thoughtfully. "They could travel to and from school by bus - similar to the Knights Bus - but just for the school. All wixen raised kids, regardless of showing magic or not could attend and as soon as a muggle raised child showed their first sign of accidental magic, they could be enrolled. It would teach everything from English and Mathematics, Muggle and Magical history, Magical theory, wand safety, muggle technology studies, muggle sciences - and believe me, they're worth knowing - and all the other things kids in this world are taught by their parents."

"It's not a bad idea, Heir Potter," Lucius said with a Cheshire grin. "I'd even be willing to make a donation to such an enterprise."

"Not only would it bridge the intellectual gap, but it would help ease the blood purity issue, because the children would know more about each other and would befriend people who are different to themselves. It would also help make sure muggle raised kids aren't treated the way I was."

"I'd like to talk more about this with you, Mr Potter," Lucius said. "Perhaps when we finish reading. I'm sure your teachers would also be interested and the others here who have sat on the Hogwarts board of governors at some point."

Harry nodded. "We can do that."

"I look forward to it," Lucius said, bowing his head. His pride had been knocked in the last few years, but perhaps if Potter won the war, he could actually achieve the things that the Dark Lord had promised and failed to do. Not to mention, the world Potter was describing was a world he could imagine his daughter living in.

"So you must know loads of magic already. "... Diagon Alley had talked about.

Draco struggled to hold back a scoff. No. The Weasleys were not one of those families.

"I heard you went to live with Muggles,"... it's no big deal, because they did it first.

"Oh, Ron," Mrs Weasley's eyes softened, "of course, we're proud of your achievements, regardless of what your brothers have accomplished."

You never get anything new, either, with five brothers.

Now the Weasleys were all looking slightly embarrassed.

I've got Bill's old robes, Charlie's old wand, and Percy's old rat. "

"You gave Ron my old wand?" Charlie asked. "That wand was practically useless by the time I got my second one. Pretty sure it wasn't even safe to use."

Mr Ollivander did not look impressed either. "Not to mention, it wouldn't work properly for Ronald. The wand chooses the wizard."

Ron reached inside his jacket... I mean, I got Scabbers instead. "

"Wait a minute. Why did Percy get a new owl and robes for getting made prefect but Ron didn't even get his own wand?" Bill asked, clearly baffled.

Arthur and Molly exchanged a look. "That was a mistake. I bought the owl and your mum got the robes without talking to each other and there wasn't enough left over for a new wand."

Ron's ears went pink... This seemed to cheer Ron up.

"RONALD!" Mrs Weasley seemed horrified. "Why would you be happy that Harry had even less than you did."

Ron wasn't sure how to respond. "He wasn't looking down on me for being poor. That's all. It wasn't like I was happy he'd never had presents. Just he didn't laugh at me."

". . . and until Hagrid told me... "I just never knew you shouldn't.

"You should never be scared to call him by his name," Albus said.

"Except when there's a taboo," Harry said sternly. "People had genuine reason to fear saying it."

See what I mean?... "I bet I'm the worst in the class. "

"You were far from worst," Minerva said softly. "You'd have done well to apply yourself a little more, but you were perfectly adequate at most subjects and exceptional in more than one."

"You're even top of the class in defense," Hermione piped in.

"You won't be... they learn quick enough. "

"That's very true. They often learn quicker than their wixen counterparts," Sprout said. "Probably because of their primary school education."

While they had been talking,... paid the woman eleven silver Sickles and seven bronze Knuts.

"Oh, dear!" Both Pomphreys complained. "You'll be sick if you eat all that!"

Ron stared as Harry... "She always forgets I don't like corned beef. . "

"I thought it was your favourite," Mrs Weasley said, looking mildly hurt.

"No. That's Bill," Ron muttered.

"Oh, I'm sorry. What's your favourite then?"

"Tuna with cucumber," Ron said quietly, "but it doesn't matter."

"Swap you for one of these,... (the sandwiches lay forgotten).

"Sorry, Mrs Weasley," Harry said shyly.

"What are these?"... "Oh, of course, you wouldn't know

"Wizard raised kids always forget that," Harry said with a laugh. "There's so much we just don't know."

Chocolate Frogs have cards... "So this is Dumbledore!" said Harry.

"You were my first ever chocolate frog card, sir," Harry grinned at the headmaster, trying his best not to completely resent the man.

"I feel privileged," Albus said softly. "I have a couple of your cards too, my boy."

"There are Harry Potter chocolate frog cards?" Harry groaned.

"Yes, I'm afraid to say there are," Albus smiled.

"Don't tell me you'd never heard of Dumbledore!" said Ron.

"Obviously! Muggle raised remember," Harry said, shaking his head.

"Can I have a frog?... Nicolas Flamel.

Ron and Hermione shook their heads. This year would have been so much easier if Harry had remembered that little detail.

Professor Dumbledore... "He'll be back.

"Muggle photographs don't move and they definitely don't leave!" Hermione said teasingly. "Harry, you're right. That was the most frustrating thing about being muggle raised. Every time something new happened and you couldn't help being amazed by it, they all looked at you like you'd grown two heads or something."

No, I've got Morgana again... Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans.

"I have the worst luck with those," Dumbledore said.

"You want to be careful with those,"... booger-flavored one once."

"I did!" George said, shuddering.

Ron picked up a green bean... "but have you seen a toad at all?"

"Neville! At least introduce yourself like the heir you are," his grandmothers said at the same time.

When they shook their heads... as quick as I could.

"Sorry Nev." Ron groaned. He was probably going to have to apologise as much as Malfoy.

Mind you, I brought Scabbers, so I can't talk. "

"Hey! What's wrong with Scabbers?" Percy asked defensively.

"You'll find out," Ron, Hermione and Harry said together.

The rat was still snoozing... "Unicorn hair's nearly poking out. Anyway-"

"Definitely shouldn't be using that wand," Ollivander muttered.

He had just raised his wand... rather large front teeth.

Hermione glared at Harry, as if he was responsible for the narration.

"We've already told him... Let's see it, then. "

"Merlin, this is embarrassing," Hermione muttered.

She sat down. Ron looked taken aback.

"No manners," several of the purebloods said quietly.

"Er... fat rat yellow. "

"I can't believe you actually tried it!" George smirked.

He waved his wand... "Well, it's not very good, is it?

"That was quite unkind, Miss Granger," Pomona said.

I've tried a few simple spells... it's all worked for me.

Hermione groaned. "I wasn't really like that, was I?"

Ron and Harry shared a look, neither willing to tell her that this was nothing.

Nobody in my family's magic... I just hope it will be enough 

"Whatever possessed you to memorise your course books?" Snape asked. He couldn't help but wonder if he could tender his resignation just to avoid teaching her.

"I didn't want to be behind," Hermione said shyly, "and they were really interesting."

"And this is Hermione Granger, sir. She's a bit of a know-it-all," Harry said with a grin.

"HEY!" Hermione threw a cushion at him.

I'm Hermione Granger, by the way, who are you?"

"As introductions go, that was poor, Miss Granger," Narcissa said. "Firstly, you should have introduced yourself when you entered. And you should not have sat down until a seat was offered to you. And then you absolutely should not have dominated the conversation in that manner. And finally, you never outright ask someone who they are!"

Narcissa turned to Harry. "I believe etiquette and comportment might be necessary in your school, Mr Potter."

Hermione looked like she wanted to argue with the pureblood witch but she really couldn't. She had been quite rude after all.

She said all this very fast... books by heart either.

"No one else will have," Severus said, shaking his head in disbelief.

"I'm Ron Weasley,"... "Am I?" said Harry, feeling dazed.

"I never did read those," Harry said, chuckling.

"Goodness, didn't you know, I'd have found out everything I could if it was me," said Hermione.

"Miss Granger!" Minerva looked horrified.

"Sorry," Hermione muttered.

"Do either of you know what house you'll be in... I hear Dumbledore himself was in it,

"Hermione is a big fan of authority figures," Harry said with a smirk.

but I suppose Ravenclaw... "Whatever house I'm in, I hope she's not in it," said Ron.

"Ronald, that wasn't very nice," Molly said, although secretly she was thinking she might not have been any kinder to the girl herself at eleven.

"I was eleven," Ron said with a shrug. "I said far worse things than that later."

"You better not have!" Molly growled.

He threw his wand... it was a dud. "

"Do not throw your wand about like that, Mr Weasley," Ollivander said crossly.

"What house are your brothers in?... put me in Slytherin. "

"We'd have been very proud of you regardless," Mr Weasley said gently.

"That's the house Vol... someone tried to rob a high security vault."

"I remember that," older Bill said. "They called us all back to test security."

Harry stared... "Voldemort" without worrying.

"And that's why you should use it," Albus said wisely and before anyone could mention the taboo, he added, "obviously only when its safe to do so."

"What's your Quidditch team?" Ron asked.

"Are you serious?" All the muggle raised in the room shook their heads in disbelief.

"What?" Ron asked, turning red AGAIN.

"Muggle raised remember!" Hermione said with a grin.

"Oh, yeah. Forgot."

"Er... "Is it true?" he said.

"Draco!" Narcissa hissed angrily. "I know I taught you better than that."

Draco gulped. "Sorry, Mother."

"They're saying all down the train that Harry Potter's in this compartment. So it's you, is it?"

Neither Narcissa spoke but they both glared at the older version of their son.

Yes," said Harry... looked like bodyguards.

"In a way, they are," Lucius said. "Their families owe ours a life debt."

"Oh, this is Crabbe... Malfoy, Draco Malfoy."

"Bond, James Bond," someone called out and all the muggle raised in the chamber laughed.

"What's so funny?" Draco asked.

"It's a film in the muggle world about a spy," Harry explained. "He always introduces himself like that."

Ron gave a slight cough, which might have been hiding a snicker.

"That was completely unnecessary, Ronald!" Mrs Weasley told her son.

Draco Malfoy looked at him... more children than they can afford. "

Lady Malfoy glowered at her son. "You will apologise for that."

"Yes, Mother." Pink in the face, Malfoy turned to Ron. "I'm sorry, Weasley."

Ron was taken aback. "I-er... Well, I guess... I'm sorry too."

"To Mr and Mrs Weasley too, Draco," Narcissa said and her son quickly obeyed.

He turned back to Harry... I can help you there. "

"And you wonder why he didn't want to be your friend?" Lucius asked. He blamed himself. He'd obviously spoken far too freely in front of his son.

He held out his hand to shake Harry's, but Harry didn't take it.

"You shouldn't have done that, Harry," Sirius said, sounding unusually disappointed.

"Why? He was rude and unkind. Why would I shake his hand?" young Harry asked. Older Harry stayed silent. He understood now. This was one of those differences between muggles and wixen.

"It's different in the wixen world," Harry said eventually. "In the muggle world, it wouldn't mean much at all. Except that I obviously didn't think his offer worth accepting. But to wixen, not shaking his hand, is enough to start a blood feud."

"A what?"

"A war of sorts between families," Lucius explained. "It's especially important for young heirs to remember. As political alliances hinge on such traditions. To shake hands, you offer up your wand hand. It's an act of trust and should not be ignored."

"I'm sorry, Malfoy," Harry said to Draco. "I didn't know any better at the time. And later, well... by the time I knew..."

"We already hated each other," Draco said with a shrug.

"Yeah." Harry gave him a small apologetic smile.

"I think I can tell who the wrong sort... you'll go the same way as your parents.

"Mr Malfoy!" several of the teachers cried out together. Both sets of Malfoy parents glared at their son.

"I'm going to warn you now," Draco said, "you'll be disappointed by a lot of what I say and do in these books."

They didn't know... "Oh, you're going to fight us, are you?" Malfoy sneered.

Both Narcissas were shaking their heads and the two Mollys looked on the verge of losing their tempers.

"Unless you get out now,"... you still seem to have some. "

"Disgusting behaviour," Narcissa hissed at her son. "I should take you over my knee."

"Mother, this happened years ago."

"Yes, but you also lied to us about it," Lucius said. "This is not at all how you described your first meeting with Heir Potter when you told us and your Uncle Severus."

Goyle reached toward... "What has been going on?" she said, looking at the sweets all over the floor and Ron picking up Scabbers by his tail.

"You're not their mother, Miss Granger," Sprout said with a shake of her head.

"I think he's been knocked out,"... He says Malfoy's father didn't need an excuse to go over to the Dark Side. "

Arthur turned red, clearly irritated that his son was repeating his words. He got to his feet and surprised everyone by apologising to Lucius.

Ron stared at his father, his mouth hanging open.

"Well, you weren't wrong," Lucius said with a small bow of his head.

"I still should not have said it in front of my children."

"I think we have both fallen short in that regard," Lucius admitted.

He turned to Hermione... You'll be in trouble before we even get there!"

"Again, you are not their mother, nor are you a teacher or a prefect," Sprout said sternly.

"Scabbers has been fighting... racing up and down the corridors," said Hermione in a sniffy voice.

"Guess what, Mione!" Harry said teasingly. "They're children."

Several people laughed and some of the tension dissipated.

"And you've got dirt on your nose, by the way, did you know?"

"How did you all become friends?" Sirius asked.

"You'll see," Harry said with a grin.

Ron glared at her as she left... Firs' years follow me!"

"Oh, you're going to take the boats," Tonks said excitably. "That's one of my favourite Hogwarts traditions."

Slipping and stumbling... there must be thick trees there.

"We really should light up the path," Pomona said to her colleagues who all murmured their agreement.

Nobody spoke much... a vast castle with many turrets and towers.

"Your first view of Hogwarts," Sirius smiled, hugging his godsons close, "you'll never forget it."

"No more'n four to a boat!"... Hagrid raised a gigantic fist and knocked three times on the castle door.

"Another chapter?" Flitwick asked and everyone nodded eagerly.

[happiestplacehq]

MINERVA “MINNIE” MYSHKIN is twenty-nine years old. She is a Personal Assistant to the Mayor. She is the incarnation of Minnie Mouse from the Disney Show Mickey Mouse Club House.

+ Headstrong, Polite, Hardworking - Snooty, Vain, Stubborn

ABOUT MINERVA

Headstrong and ambitious, Minerva “Minnie” Myshkin has been a workaholic since the day she was born. The eldest daughter of one of the founding Redwood Hollow families, Minnie has had the pressure of her family’s past, present, and future riding upon her shoulders. Often this pressure was the fuel to her fire, and it drove Minnie to be an overachiever in every aspect of her life. She excelled through the best schooling her family could pay for, took part in the visual and performing arts, and even competed in sports, specifically dance and tennis. Minnie graduated Valedictorian, and was able to go to her dream university. She did not, however, get to necessarily pursue what she wanted. Minnie fell in love with the world of Hollywood young. She loved the glitz and glamor of the red carpet. Fashion, acting, dancing, writing- she wanted to be a part of it all. Most especially, Minerva wanted to write and direct her own screenplay. A true dramatic, Minnie has had her E.G.O.T. (Emmy, Grammy, Oscar, Tony) award speeches memorized since she was fourteen years old. The only problem? The Myshkins don’t “do” Hollywood. There’s no guaranteed success or wealth in pursuing it, and more importantly, it distracts from the family, and Redwood Hollow. She had a family name to grow and defend, and parents, aunts, uncles, and grandparents over her shoulder at all times, seemingly planning her life for her, with the implicit demand to be impressed. So Minerva studied to go into her second greatest love: politics. It was not all bad- Minerva truly enjoys politics. She quickly excelled at her job as the mayor’s assistant, even if it bothers her that she knows she got the job because of her family. With that privilege in mind, she does her best to provide for the people of Redwood- and anyone she can. Despite her easily frustrated and often overwhelmed personality, Minnie is always looking to do all that she can to help others. She intends to work nonstop within the government to leave everywhere better than she found it. Minerva wants to build a world where everyone can follow their dreams. She just hopes that maybe along the way, she can achieve her own too. Minerva is quite the spitfire, full of passion and truly good natured, but she also has the flaws of the silver spoon. Minerva can be entitled, stubborn, and egocentric, and needs to be reminded of her privilege more often than she would care to admit. Minerva is a true blue friend, and will always stand up for justice. She is also often the most confident person in the room…..as long as she’s written a script.

ADDITIONAL INFORMATION

Minnie uses She/Her pronouns and is pansexual

Minnie has Bipolar Disorder Type III, and ADHD

Minnie loves small critters and has pet mice.

Minnie loves to paint and write. She would love to write and direct a stage play, tv show, or film. A bit of a control freak, she’ll probably produce it herself too.

Minnie’s love of fashion has led her to have an incredibly impressive closet….or two…or three.

CONNECTIONS

Mayor Burton - Minnie works for the Mayor at town hall. Mickey Maus - Minnie has been friends with Mickey for years, thanks in part to their links to the founding families. Daisy Pond - Minnie’s best friend. She can’t help but feeling like Daisy is a little jealous of her “status”, but she loves her dearly regardless.

Minerva is currently unavailable. Her faceclaim is Lily Collins.