#young minerva mcgonagall

[cohen-hates-my-art]

For the first time, I really liked my Grindelwald design… Two parts of one sketch, the plot of which is absurd and impossible to tell. And that's why I like him.

[shipsgaysfordays]

Pomfrey: Ugh, I got barely any sleep last night

Sprout: And why do you think that is? What’s the prognosis, how much longer do you have left dear?

Pomfrey *scoffs*: I’m completely healthy, it’s just…my cat

McGonagall: *winks*

Sprout *giving a side eye*: Yeah, right, some cat that is

[hogwarts-1930s-1940s]

Q&A

//Before I go back to posting, this blog has received more attention when I was gone so I will be answering any questions you have about any of the characters ((check pinned))

[that-bitch-kat3]

i fully believe that James could not tell McGonagalls animagus form from any other cat so he just treated every cat like it was her

[moutainrusing]

McGonagall: I want to remind you that Hogwarts provides mental support to those of you who need it.

Sirius: Why does she always look at me when she says that?

James: She looks at me too.

Remus: Like a hawk.

Peter:

Peter: Because all of you are mentally fucked!!

Peter: And yes, in my experience, her gaze is rather intense.

[percyweasleyapologist]

*Bullying Prevention Day at Hogwarts*

Professor McGonagall: Mr. Black, what would you do if one of your classmates viciously teased you again and again?

Sirius: Oh, that’s easy. I’d take a pencil out of my pencil case—

Professor McGonagall: To write something to your teacher?

Sirius: —make sure that it’s really sharp, and ram it into their eye at full tilt! My mother always says the pencil is mightier than the sword because they can’t outlaw bringing pencils to school!

Professor McGonagall: *internal screaming*

[lilithofpenandbook]

Sometimes Severus comes up to Minerva. Right up behind her when she's busy. He'll stand there for a good minute as she works on marking assignments and cursing the boy's youthful energy and brilliant eyes- both of which directly responsible for his finishing his work in half the time it takes her.

"What is it, Severus?" Minerva sighs. Might as well get the obligatory nonsense over and done with, she was due a dose of Severus's antics by now (Merlin forbid he go more than three days without bothering her with nonsensical questions or infuriating wit).

"Am I ugly, Minerva?" he asked. Never there was a being with such innocence in their voice.

Minerva took a moment to take in a breath and silently call on all her patience and all her strength. "Yes, very." Her tone was blunter than the knives used to decorate at Halloween- an incident with some particularly idiotic third years had them ban anything sharper than the corners of a book during the Halloween celebrations.

Severus gasped as if stabbed. "What? Minerva, I thought we were friends!"

Minerva snorted. "Any time we interact, it's completely against my will."

"Minerva! you lie so shamelessly it shocks me." Severus made as if to swoon, a hand clutching the right of his chest.

"You must be shocked; your heart isn't where it should be."

Honestly, Minerva had to admire the fact that the insolent little kitten did not falter in his dramatics with her pointing out the key flaw in his act. If anything, he seemed to be encouraged.

"Ay! The pain of the shock, it has spread throughout my chest! Ah, I cannot breathe!" Severus swayed on his feet, leaning against the chair that Minerva was sitting in. "Oh, how your lie shocks me!"

"Well, then, you had better tell me what exactly I lied about," Minerva said briskly, "before you gasp all the air out of your skinny little lungs, laddie."

"You said," the boy said, a sudden glint in his eye and none of the apparent weakness, standing to face her and one of those long, delicate fingers pointed straight at her, "you said, that our interactions are without your will."

"That is no lie, what part of this looks like it's my will?" Minerva replied, knowing full well she wasn't going to appreciate the cheeky answer Severus had prepared for her.

"Why, the part where you remain for my company, mother," Severus replied, his voice light. "Surely, if you didn't want this, you would have, in your infinite wisdom, simply have employed your great power and assumed your famous feline form and just walked away from me."

Minerva fought her smile. His cheek was infuriating while his logic impeccable. "Perhaps I am simply conversing my energy, you arrogant wee rascal."

"You? Too lazy to avoid a nuisance?" Severus scoffed. "Minerva, you wound me. Don't you know how I know you? You've done much more to avoid the mildest of annoyances, do you truly think I believe that you are here against your will merely to converse your energy?"

Minerva let him see the flicker of a smile disgusted as a smirk, letting the bothersome raven have a little treat for his cleverness, hinting to him that he had essentially won this particular argument. "At my age you no longer have the patience to waste on annoyances. You learn to value your peace. You will understand that some day, I hope, little one."

"And if I die, my hair still black and my skin still smooth?"

Merlin, did the child have a turn towards the morbid. Minerva ignored the voice in her that told her that this would have been a retort of her own had she been in a similar conversation.

"Then you'll die a fool."

"A fool, perhaps, but my funeral will be the biggest," he replied, moving to sit on her desk and grabbing the biscuit jar. Minerva intercepted, lifting it from his grip and replacing it with a towel. His protests died in his confusion at the towel, and Minerva huffed and began to wipe his hands as if he was a child. She did not trust him to correctly clean his hands after handling goodness knows what when experimenting with his potions and she didn't care if he knew it.

"Aye, and how did you figure that?" she asked.

"Surely if I die young, I shall be the first. Therefore you all will be part of the funeral-"

"What makes you think I would want to attend your funeral, you little rascal?" She let go of his hands, almost satisfied that they weren't contaminated.

Severus ignored her and instead took a biscuit from the jar. "You will all be there, therefore I will have the biggest funeral. If I die old, you all shall be gone, so my funeral will be the smallest."

Minerva tried not to think of how depressing that sounded, how lonely it seemed. For a brief moment she felt guilty for being so old and he so young. She involuntarily could see him in her mind's eye, going through their funerals until he stood alone. She and the others- Rolanda, Pomona, Poppy, even Fillus and Hagrid- they were all of an age, weren't they? They could expect their lives to reach the end around the same time, surely? Severus was but a child next to them, he'd stand alone one day.

Minerva tried to ignore the ache in her chest at the thought of him standing alone. Merlin, no. He was far too young. No.

"You truly are besotted with the morbid and the miserable, you melanchonic masochist," she said, her tone just a trifle too sharp to be a simple retort.

Severus paused, swallowing the biscuit. Then he answered. "Ah, but the morbid is much more fascinating, the forbidden has a certain thrill, dear mother." His voice was a little softer, and his fingers, slightly coated in crumbs, were gentle when he tapped her forehead. He was sorry he upset her.

"You and your thrills," Minerva scolded, "yet you cannot even eat a biscuit without making a mess of yourself." Yet even as she spoke, the hand that she used to swipe the crumbs away, was gentle, almost tender, in its movement. She had quite forgiven him.

How could she remain angry? At this boy who looked at her with a scowl of indignation yet whose deep, dark eyes twinkled with mischief and cleverness and brilliance, who stood taller than her, yes, yet was far more delicate in his build than she had ever been, whose hair was as dark as hers had been in her youth, carelessly falling across his forehead. No, she could not remain angry.

If only he had been in Gryffindor, perhaps then she would have noticed him sooner. Or rather, if only her eyes didn't only open for her Gryffindors. How this boy could ever look at her without resentment and anger, she didn't know. Then again, he had been so incredibly isolated and lonely, was it any wonder he let go of his rightful grudges and instead accepted her friendship?

Minerva blinked as if soot from the fireplace got in her eyes. She didn't want him to notice the tears that almost inevitably formed whenever she thought about him. Who would have thought that she'd cry so much for the little devil?

"I'll leave you to your work, dear mother," Severus said cheerfully, hopping off her desk.

"Aye, after you've cleared out my biscuit jar, you villain" Minerva grumbled, looking into the empty jar. Severus shrugged.

"You ought to see it as a compliment towards your taste, really," Severus said. "But I see I have taken the last of your patience"- for indeed, Minerva looked ready to strangle him- "so I shall take my leave. Good night, my good Headmistress, and may you have peace in the silver embrace of the moon!"

And with a laughing twinkle in his eye and a boyish bow, Severus Snape left the room.

Minerva sighed. She wasn't sure if it was out of relief, or because she may have felt some sorrow at his departure.

The door opened again, and a rather meek Severus poked his head in.

"Er, Minerva?" he asked.

"Yes, Severus?"

"Er." Severus stepped in, looking away from her, walking with the awkward gait of a newborn foal, and the nervousness of a deer. "Er, Minerva?"

"Yes, Severus?"

"Am I really ugly, mother?" His voice was a whisper. His raven hair curtained his face, hiding his shame at asking such a pathetic question, and his fingers picked at one of the cuticles of a nail.

Minerva smiled, and walked to him. Softly she brushed the boy's hair out of his face and gently tucked it behind his ear.

"Only as long as you let yourself believe it, dear heart."

[maraudersthesis]

Hello! I'm 21 years old. I'm an Argentine Communications student. I'm writing my thesis on how fanon is built within fandoms. Please rb to help me reach more people.

I'm looking for a way to get in contact with the legendary MsKingBean89,

in hopes they'll be kind enough to grant me an interview. It'd be (of course) under that username, and I'M NOT GOING TO ASK FOR ANY PERSONAL INFORMATION. All I need is a short interview (could be written, but I'm okay doing it over voice call or any other way they prefer) about the Marauders fandom and the fanon.

This may be a long shot, but it's worth trying.

I've been in the fandom for a while, so when I had to choose a topic for my thesis I knew I had to do something like this. I've always been fascinated by the way the fandom works, how we create all this content we identify as The Marauders™, even though there isn't a lot of canon information about the characters and their story. I love the personalities we've given them, all the symbols we identify them with, and all the relationships we've created.

I'm studying the way people interact on the internet and the colective creation that results of that interaction.

If you want to talk about this, the Marauders or have any suggestions or ideas I'd love to chat!!

Edit: this is a sideblog, so I can't follow back/send asks/like posts, but I'd like to thank anyone who reblogs this: you're helping me get my degree and I appreciate that a lot.

[something-tragic-and-pretty]

The biggest mistake in Harry Potter history is when J.K. wrote that Sirius didn’t even get a trial before being sent to Azkaban acting as if our queen Minerva McGonagall wouldn’t be pounding at the door of the Ministry to testify for him.

[nightingale2004]

Severus Snape headcanon ideas

He has a journal that was gifted to him by his mother before he went to Hogwarts.

He writes everything in that journal. His thoughts, his feelings, ideas for potions, and spells, along with poetry. He even does little sketches in the journal (they're not half bad)

Ever since the marauders entered his life and his own house doesn't like him all that much, halfway through his first year at hogwarts, he casted a bunch of spells and runes on his journal so that way no one other than himself can open or see what is written inside the journal

The first page is titled "Property of the half-blood prince."

Severus never goes anywhere without it. He also casted a charm on it so that way whenever it's stolen or missing from his person, it will appear right next to him, in his bag, or in his hand

His journal also had dried plants and flowers from his journeys through the forbidden forest

The journal is very old and is held together by magic, pure determination, spite, and a dream (😂). Plus, he cherishes that journal

No one (I do mean NO ONE) has ever seen the inside of Severus's journal, including the marauders, his parents (his mother one time was granted access), his house mates, and even Lily

He once had an old walkman that he found in the streets and managed to fix it up from remembering, seeing how his father used to fix up machinery before the abuse

When he has a train compartment to himself, he immediately falls asleep (it's his only moment of peace!!!!!)

He secretly found the room of requirements that turns into a potions lab for him. He uses it for potion experiments

His experiments with potions have both literally and figuratively blown up in his face.

Would talk with the paintings of Hogwarts

Would find jewelry in the most random places and often wear some of them after he resizes them and cleans them

He loves dark and milk chocolate, along with raisins, and vanilla

Learned occlumency and legilimens very early in his Hogwarts years and has used it on more than one occasion

When he was a child, he couldn't dance to save his life, but McGonagall taught him everything she knew

He and McGonagall play wizards chess together

Before the bullying started, he secretly wanted to be James and Sirius's friend, but after they insulted his mother's house, that thought immediately vanished

Despite being very skinny, he throws an incredibly strong punch

If he did have an animagus form, it would either be a raven, crow, cat, or bat

He would brew health potions for the sick people in Cokeworth or those who couldn't afford decent medicine or medical attention. He became their young doctor and gets paid a bit on the side

Has done a lot of odd jobs in Cokeworth to help keep his home afloat

Whenever Tobias would kick him out, he would originally crash at the Evans home, but ever since the 'Mudblood' incident, he started crashing at some of the people he helped at Cokeworth's homes

He would wish he was born into the Evans family instead of the Snape family

Loves art and poetry

Has read chemistry books at the Muggle Library

He learned how to cook and bake when he was a kid

After the 'Prank' incident, he and Remus talked and have kinda sorta made amends, but there is still a wall (and rightfully so)

He loves science fiction, dark romance, romance, adventure, tragedy, poetry, fiction, horror, Gothic literature, action, and mystery, both films and books (mostly books)

Secretly loves the story of Hades and Persephone.

Will make Blancmange every Christmas at Hogwarts (hphm made this canon)

He has tried to deny rumors about him being in love with Lily and him being a vampire or a bat, but it came to a point where he was done and didn't care

His scent would be herbs, flowers, old books, and rain

[roytaiyo]

HI! It's me again hehe :3c

I draw another moment from my fanfic, I -really- like the dynamic mother/son McGonagall has with Snape

Hope you like it!! UWU

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[shipsgaysfordays]

Chapter 2: Witty Title

Link to chapter 1 of “is it everything your heart desired?” here

This is chapter 2 of my Minnie/Poppy fic, finally posting this here due to the whole ao3 situation. I’m titling this chapter witty title because I honestly can’t remember what the title was.

Wednesday, September 1, 1971

“Minerva,” Poppy greets, getting the response of a short nod. The woman’s eyes wander to that glowing gold ring, just as bright as the first time she’d ever seen it, if not even brighter and more shimmering like the sun. 

“You’ve heard of…” Poppy’s words dropped off, people could be listening, ears are everywhere and it’s not her right to spew the secrets of a little kid. 

“Yes, it seems we will have to work together once again Madame Pomfrey.”

“You haven’t got to act like it’s a death sentence to be in the same room, McGonagall.”

“Let’s just hope it’s not, for him especially. I’ve heard how little research has been done about…the condition,” Minerva retorted slyly. 

“I’ve looked at what I could, but yes, you’re right, there’s not much favorable or helpful information about the condition…have any guesses what house he might end up in?” Poppy pondered. 

Minerva was silent. 

“I guess we’ll see,” Poppy said as she started walking away, over to her own seat for the grand sorting and dinner. Quite a bore to endure after the years, no matter what house they were sorted into, they would always end up in the hospital wing for some reason or another. Pridefulness of trying to accomplish overcomplicated spells. Pranks, though they hadn’t been too common, thankfully. And of course the flying death trap that is quidditch. 

Random kids get sorted as it always goes, the hat screaming random names like: “James Potter, GRYFFINDOR!” or “Dorcas Meadowes, SLYTHERIN!” The names go on and on, though there was truly only one student that caught her attention, Remus Lupin. A cruel choice of name, though it’s better than Rudolfa Lupin which was written on some of his records. Truly Lupin would make it a bit difficult to hide as a wolf, then again, many of these kids are more interested in their personal issues so there’s a great likelihood that none would notice. Hopefully.

“Remus Lupin, GRYFFINDOR!” The boy made a bit of a face, like he was expecting something different. A different name? A different house? Who could say?

Later within the night Pomfrey stared at the piles of papers on her desk. Pre-existing conditions to be aware of for certain students. Mobility aids and how to fix aids that break for other students. Allergies and cures. Popular hexes and their counters. Things any good medi-witch should be aware of. Though as she stared at all the lines and letters that began floating together, her mind wandered to so long ago. 

…

Friday, September 27th, 1963

“You know, you’ve really gotta get out about the grounds,” Minerva stood in the doorway with a sly smile. 

“Oh, and why’s that?” Poppy turned away from her documenting of the day’s patients.

“Well firstly,” Minnie glided through the room, “it’s good for your health, you should know that. A sedentary life stuck in a clinic is good for no woman.”

“I get out to your precious quidditch pitch often enough,” Poppy turned her focus back to the papers in front of her.

Minerva was having none of that, turning her newfound friend's chair around to face her as she spoke, “Only for work, you need to get out and see the sights, do something for fun! Not just to care for the students.”

“And where would you have me go, Minerva? What sights are there to see?” Poppy’s lip curled, sighing. 

“There’s the lake–”

“Introducing me to the squid now?” Poppy laughed. 

Minnie rolled her eyes, “No, I’d rather not deal with all the complaining and shrieking that would cause. Truly though, the lake is a gorgeous sight under the stars…like tonight.” 

“Tonight?” Poppy’s eyebrow raised. 

“Yes, tonight,” Minnie grabbed Poppy’s hands and started guiding her out the room. 

“And I have no choice in the matter?”

“Absolutely none, come on Pomfrey, see the beauty this school has to offer.”

I already am, Poppy thought, lovestruck as they walked through the mostly empty and silent midnight halls.

After rows and rows of steps, doors, steps, doors, grass, finally they were at the lake. Poppy could swear she could hear the squid snore, though maybe that was just bubbling waves or the wind. 

“So,” Minerva finally spoke after a long bit of silence, “is it everything your heart desired?” 

Poppy looked at the way the stars reflected in the lake, glowing little dots alongside the silhouette of the trees and rocks. She stared down at the water, straight at her wavy reflection, as she pondered the question she could feel Minerva’s stare. The lake looked even more watery for a moment, until Poppy realized that the water was coming from her own eyes…her tears. 

“No,” Poppy said sarcastically as she tried to wipe away the strange and uncalled for tears. Yet still, they kept coming. 

Minerva’s hand moved to Poppy’s cheek, brushing away the tears and then simply holding her face. It felt warm, the comfort of what could only be called home. Though the dark night sky made it harder to see some of their faces, it felt as though Minerva could see into her soul. 

“Then what does your heart desire?” Minnie asked a silly question, a return of sarcasm, but as she held Poppy’s face it felt far more serious, far more real. 

Poppy’s eyes went about as wide as the lake, “I–” she began choking out a response, praying that the woman holding her face wouldn’t feel just how warm it was, “I should go back.”

“What does your heart desire?” Minnie stepped close enough for Poppy to feel the warmth of her breath. By this point she felt as hot as the sun, no doubt a fever would come. 

“Something it cannot have.”

“How do you know?” Minerva countered. 

“I just do,” Poppy reached up for Minnie’s hand, bringing it back down, holding their hands at their sides, “I should really turn in for the night. You never know what early morning shenanigans the kids will get up to.”

“What does your heart desire?” Minerva asks one more time, a sense of uneasy curiosity in her voice. 

“Well if I told you then I wouldn’t be the medi-witch of mystery, now would I?”

“No fair.”

“It wouldn’t be quite fair for me to tell you all my secrets and you to tell me none.”

“It sounds perfectly fair to me,” Minerva smiled.

Poppy rolled her eyes, “You’re delirious and should get to bed.”

“Take me to yours,” she joked, biting her lip.

“Definitely delirious, possibly fatigue induced insanity.” 

“Transfiguration.”

“What?” Poppy stopped in her tracks. 

“You still haven’t come to visit me, I figure you haven’t discovered what I teach, it’s transfiguration. Now I don’t have to find you everytime and you have an excuse to get out of that boring buggering hospital wing.” 

“Does the offer for tea and biscuits still stand?” 

“Always,” Minnie squeezed her hand.

…

Thursday, September 2, 1971

Poppy fell asleep at her desk, a not so uncommon occurrence within the first few weeks back. 

Always, the word stuck in her mind, in her memory, yeah, right. But soon enough they would need to meet up and discuss the lycanthrope, and nothing else.

[severussnapemylove]

(Walking into the staff room and seeing Severus after he was first hired)

Minerva; “What the feck is that?”

Pomona; “It’s a baby.”

Minerva; “I know it’s a feckin’ baby, what’s it doing here?”

[that-bitch-kat3]

McGonagall: somebody’s set the Gryffindor common room on fire

Lily: (looks at James expectantly)

James: I’m offended that you just assume it was me

Lily: was it?

James: …yes

[poitionsprince]

The cursed necklace

McGonagall: Oh, yes, she was cursed.

Harry: It was Malfoy.

Snape: Your evidence?

Harry: Trust me bro.