#minnie potter

[moonyswarmsweaters]

Sirius: did you get my assignment? Sorry it was late again

McGonagall: uh yeah, I looked it over nice work

Sirius: thanks mum

McGonagall:

Everyone in the class:

Sirius: why is everyone staring at me

James: you called Minnie mum

Remus: you said 'thanks mum'

Sirius: no I didn't. If anything I said thanks man

McGonagall: do you see me as a mother figure, Sirius?

Sirius: no! If anything I see you as a bother figure because you're always bothering me!

Marlene: hey! Show your mother some respect!

[percyweasleyapologist]

Mcgonagall, rubbing her temples: I am not proud of what I am about to say, but someone get me a cigarette.

Penelope: But Professor, we don't smoke.

McGonagall: Cut the crap, Penelope. I'm not an idiot. I know that one in five people smoke.

McGonagall: *points at Percy* One! *points at Marcus* Two! *points at Oliver* Three! *points at Audrey* Four! *points at Penelope* Five!

McGonagall: Now, I am going to close my eyes, and when I open them, there better be a cigarette between these two fingers!

Percy: *puts a cigarette in McGonagall's hand*

McGonagall: Thank you. ...Light?

Academic Disaster: *all simultaneously pull out lighters*

[lolo-gay]

One random day in the Great Hall

Bellatrix : The Noble House of Black will always be on top !

Remus : *spits out his pumpkin juice and starts laughing uncontrollably*

Sirius : *blush furiously while trying to get Remus to shut up bc everyone is looking at them*

James : *trying for his deer life (and failing) to understand what's so funny*

Lily : *smirks* *just smirks*

Pomfrey : I KNEW IT ! MY BOY'S THE TOP ! HA ! I TOLD YOU MINERVA ! MY BOY'S THE DOM !

Minnie : *gives her 5 galleons while looking visibly frustrated and glaring at Sirius*

Remus : *laughs even harder if it's possible*

Regulus : *trying to forget the horrible traumatic images that are forming in his head and silently crying*

[itsriotmotherfuckers]

Sirius caused the longest hat stall in Hogwarts history when he was sorted, by the way

[theprongspotter]

Euphemia: *sighs*

McGonagall: They never listen, do they?

Pomfrey, rubbing her temples: It’s exhausting.

Hope: Being a mom is hard.

James, sitting down beside them: Tell me about it.

[daddiesdrarryy]

Remus: I just had a talk with Professor McGonagall. It doesn’t look good. She’s still trying to decide on a punishment for our prank, Pads

Sirius: Well, did you tell her I feel so bad I have a tummy ache?

Remus: I did. She was unaffected

[isabel-lillah]

one day during dinner someone at the gryffindor table starts (very loudly) telling Marlene that she shouldn't date anyone from slytherin

James, who is getting fed up with this, just rolls his eyes, grabs Marlene's hand and drags her over to the slytherin table

he sets them both between Reg and Dorcas and (even louder) asks the skittles how they're doing

legend has it McGonagall won a bet that night

[babybatss-blog]

A HELPING HAND

sirius black x reader, 1500 words

summary: if there’s one thing you know, it’s to always trust Professor McGonagall’s advice.

c/w: nerd-ish reader who gets in detention, friends to lovers, confession of love. Mentions of insecurities, but nothing too intense.

a/n: rest in piece to the darling dame maggie smith. I hope I did her and her wonderful character justice, I just wanted to appreciate her in the best way I knew how <3          

You’ve always been a good student. You study hard, get good grades and never get in trouble, sometimes even getting made fun of by nasty students for being a nerd. Sirius never made fun of you though, he was always so sweet when you cancelled on him to study for a particularly hard test or ignore him because your too engrossed in writing your essay.

But why does that even matter now? Your strides through the stone hallway break your thoughts, internally cursing yourself for even slightly letting your mind drift from the problem at hand. You got a detention!

Well, not exactly a detention, but it’s as close as you’ll ever get. Your grades have been dropping below your usual impossibly high standards, and now the headmistress has asked to meet with you to discuss your current predicament. Unlike your Black family counterpart, you pride yourself on academic appearances, especially when it comes to higher up authorities like Professor McGonagall.

You knock on the hard wood door three times, the wood rumbling as it opens almost immediately. Before you sits this aforementioned professor, enveloped by a thick leather armchair and adorned in expensive jewellery. Truthfully, you aspire to be like her someday. Commanding and treacherous, yet simultaneously kind and beautiful. Her emerald broach shimmers in the sunlight pouring into her tiny study, and her slick back bun has a few curled whisps falling out. You wonder how she always gets her hair to sit so nice, and how long that must take every morning.

“Good afternoon Miss McGonagall.” You nervously state, quickly walking in and sitting primly in an armchair. She simply nods, going back to whatever letter she is writing with a soft smile. “I presume you know why I called you in today?” “Of course. And I’m very sorry I’ve fallen behind on my schoolwork professor. I promise I will get that transfiguration parchment to you once my defence against the dark arts test is done, and I’ve been studying tirelessly to get my scores to a more appropriate level, I promise.”

Despite the worry evident on your voice, she merely chuckles, acting as if you made a joke. You didn’t make a joke though, so you furrow your brow in concern. Did you say something wrong?

“No my dear. I was just calling you in to ask about your handwriting.” “My-? Oh yes, apologies for the messiness on my last assignment. I was in a bit of a rush, so I think some of my m’s turned into n’s.” Once again she laughs, this time straight from her belly, her head thrown back. You can’t help but feel your face burn up in embarrassment. “Messiness? Why I never! No darling, I meant to ask how it’s so neat! You see, I’ve been attempting to do those same loops you do on capitals, but I’m afraid I can’t replicate it!”

She slides over to you the parchment she was writing on, revealing random sentences repeated in order to practice replicating your font. Truthfully they are quite shaky, but you wouldn’t admit it to her face anytime soon. “Do you mind writing a few sentences for me? Maybe even casting piertotum locomotor on them so I can’t watch it back would be helpful!” You bashfully fulfill your task, writing some simple words on the page in swirling calligraphy. As you do this, your professor casually talks to you.

“I must say though, you were never much of the type to rush projects. What had you in such a hurry?”

“Nothing really, just a trip to Hogsmeade with Sirius Black.”

“Sounds lovely.”

“Oh yes, it really was. Sirius wanted to go into town because he ordered a record from the post office that was due to arrive. It was some muggle band, I think it was called The Beatles? He said they are quite popular, and I see why. The singer is dreamy! He played it for me when we got back to school, and he gave me some of his Berty’s Botts Beans. He knows I love them you see, and he always tries to inspect them before he hands them to me so I don’t get the bad ones. Sometimes he gets it wrong, and I have to suffer anyways. But I…” You eventually realise just how much you have been rambling, as the page is suddenly filled with words you didn’t remember writing and you need to take a deep breath to rid of your light headedness. “Yes, I thought it was nice.” You finish up, not wanting to bore her with your story of a typical day out. But she honestly seems quite intrigued, looking at you with a peculiar arched eyebrow.

“You and that Black boy make a strange pair. A good one at that though.” You chuckle along with her, reminiscing on your differences that complement each other perfectly. “Many do say that. He’s a good friend to me.”

“Friend?” She mirrors, an almost offended tone on her voice. She takes the page away from you and blows on it as to help to ink dry, before placing it in a draw of her desk. “I don’t know why, but I always thought you two were together. Never mind me, I’m a silly old lass now.” Usually you are completely and utterly respectful no matter what is thrown at you, but something in her statement sets off a spark in which you immediately regret. “No! no no no no no. Sirius and I would never! I mean, have you seen how he- no, it would never work.”

Professor McGonagall looks at you in a way that can only be described as utter disbelief, and a tiny hint of disappointment before she speaks. “If you say so. But I have to say, I was just like you back in my day. So naïve…” She sighs, looking blissfully off. “You know…” She twists to face you, a smirk causing her features to almost become young once more. “When I was your age, maybe a little younger I liked a guy. Now don’t tell anyone I told you this but… He was a real dashing man. So proper and smart, but he really knew how to dance when the jukebox started!”

Suddenly you feel like Minerva McGonagall’s best friend, gossiping about your childhoods now those days are long gone. Never would you have expected to see this side of her, but you cannot complain when you see that energetic sparkle in her eye.

“And I believe he like me back. When I was tired he would carry me up to my common room, and and would tuck me in real nice and tight. But I never went any further. I was too nervous. So he started dating my friend, and five years later they got married! I hate to admit it but sometimes I wonder how things would’ve turned out. You don’t have to listen to an out of touch woman like me, but you know I have your best interest at heart.”

It takes you a good minute to properly process her words, repeating them in your head and wondering how she could be so right. No one, not even any of your closest friends have ever realised your concealed feelings, the only being hearing them is your little diary under the moonlight, which knows they will never come true. But here is your teacher, completely demolishing your tiny sense of secrecy and legitimising every worry you’ve ever had. When he kisses some random girl at a party you worry it will last between them, when you can’t find him in his usual spots you worry he’s abandoned you and when you look in the mirror you see merely a friend, someone who will never amount to him. But maybe you could. Maybe there is some universe where he feels the same, and you are lucky enough to be in that universe right now. After all, there always is a chance.   

“Go and get him.” She orders, staring into your soul with her blue eyes. You nod, tears fighting to leave your eyes as the weight of emotion takes over you. You stand up, thanking her breathlessly before running out.

Professor McGonagall knows that she did the right thing, judging by the conversation she had with Sirius about the same subject just the other day.   

[starkayezer]

Teddy Lupin raised by Minerva McGonagall and Poppy Pomfrey.

[moonyswarmsweaters]

Minerva : What do you call disobeying the School rules?

Sirius: A hobby

Minerva:

Sirius:

James:

Remus:

Peter:

Sirius: That We do not engage in

[macaulaytwins]

I’m fine*

*sooo upset that the marauders didn’t get to witness the beef between Mcgonagall and Umbridge

[liv45no]

the marauders as things my grandfather has said

Sirius: “we used to be young and beautiful, now we’re just beautiful.”

James: “who farts like THAT is definitely still alive.”

McGonagall: “back in my days people used to say ‘thank you’.”

Lily to Mary: “you and your five-minute-bladder.”

Remus: “this mess has to change”

Sirius: “my brother is silent in seven languages”

[uhhlifeig]

Transfiguration Classroom - Nov. 20 - word count: 659 - @wolfstarmicrofic

The Transfiguration classroom was buzzing with quiet chatter as Professor McGonagall taught about advanced human-to-animal transfiguration. 

Remus Lupin and Sirius Black sat at the back of the room, side by side as always, quills in hand and parchment scattered across the desk. 

“Moony,” Sirius whispered, leaning close, his breath brushing against Remus’s ear.

“Pay attention,” Remus murmured, his eyes fixed on his parchment.

“I am,” the dog animagus replied, grinning wickedly. “To you.”

The taller boy bit the inside of his cheek to keep from smiling. “You’re incorrigible.”

“I’ll take that as a compliment,” Sirius whispered.

Their hands brushed under the desk- an innocent enough motion, except that Sirius lingered, his fingers lightly tracing the back of Remus’s hand. 

He shot him a warning look, but the noiret only raised an eyebrow, his smirk deepening.

From the front of the room, Professor McGonagall cleared her throat, her sharp eyes flicking briefly in their direction. Both boys immediately snapped their attention to her, though Sirius’s fingers didn’t move.

When the lesson ended, McGonagall dismissed the class with her usual brisk efficiency. When the two boys made to leave, though, she spoke up. “Lupin. Black. A word, please.”

Remus and Sirius exchanged a glance, confusion and apprehension flashing between them. They traipsed to her desk as the rest of the class filtered out, James and Peter shooting them curious looks on their way to the door.

McGonagall waited until the room was empty before she folded her hands on her desk and fixed them with her signature stern gaze.

“I assume you two think you’re being subtle?”

Remus blinked. “Subtle about what, Professor?”

The Transfiguration professor arched an eyebrow, unimpressed. “Mr. Lupin, Mr. Black, I’ve been teaching for longer than either of you have been alive. Do you truly believe I haven’t noticed the... antics taking place at the back of my classroom?”

Sirius, for once, looked genuinely caught off guard. “Antics?”

McGonagall sighed. “The whispered conversations. The not-so-inconspicuous hand-holding. The way you”- she pointed at Sirius- “look at Mr. Lupin as if he were your world.”

Remus turned bright red, his mortification only deepening when Sirius gave a smug grin.

“Well, he is,” Sirius said breezily.

The professor pinched the bridge of her nose. “Mr. Black, I assure you, your devotion is apparent to everyone in this castle with a pair of functioning eyes.”

“Now,” she continued, “while I don’t make a habit of involving myself in my students’ personal lives, I must insist that you refrain from turning my classroom into your personal courting grounds.”

The older boy opened his mouth, presumably to make a cheeky comment, but McGonagall cut him off with a look that could curdle milk.

“And for Merlin’s sake,” she added, her lips twitching ever so slightly, “if you insist on continuing these... displays, at least give the rest of us fair warning before you take a roll in the hay together.”

There was a moment of stunned silence as her words sank in. Then:

“Professor!” Remus exclaimed.

Sirius stared at her, mouth agape. “Did you just-?”

“I believe we’re done here,” McGonagall said briskly, standing and gathering her papers. “Good day, gentlemen.”

They left the classroom in stunned silence, their faces still burning as they made their way to the Gryffindor common room.

“What did she want?” James asked the moment they stepped inside, lounging in an armchair, with Peter playing chess with Mary on a nearby table.

The dog animagus collapsed onto the couch, shaking his head in disbelief. “She knows.”

“Knows what?” Peter asked, confused.

“Everything,” the werewolf muttered, sinking down beside Sirius and covering his face with his hands.

James leaned forward. “What do you mean everything?”

“She caught us,” Sirius said dramatically. “And then she made a joke.”

The glasses-wearing boy’s eyebrows shot up. “McGonagall? Made a joke?”

“A dirty one.”

James’s jaw dropped.

“I think I need to lie down,” Peter declared.

“I think we all do,” James muttered.

[theprongspotter]

McGonagall: You’d like to file a report to switch dorms, because Mr Lupin was.. *adjusts glasses* very serious..? Mr Potter, this is not a legitimate reason—

James: No

James: I said he was fucking Sirius.

[rudamaruda520]

*Sirius running around the transfiguration class, trying to catch James' note to Evans*

Minerva: SIT, MR BLACK!

Remus, under his breath: Oh Minnie, he doesn't know this command yet...

[chasingthestarss]

Sirius: That’s ridiculous, Remus doesn’t have a crush on me!

Peter: Yes he does

James: yes he does

Lily: Yes he does

McGonagall: Yes he does

Remus: Yes I do