Post by silvertabby on Jan 27, 2009 12:05:17 GMT -5
uncomfortable question she'd asked
You have faith. In what? You don’t know? No? Ok. So, there, go on working hard for everybody. Nobody ever cared.
You gather your papers, your books and walk with your back too strait and your head too high. You always do that. You pass them, the students. Sometimes they whisper and sometimes they don’t. It depends on the weather, how much homework you’d given, or something of that sort. They respect you, of course… but do you know what you’re being called? Minerva? No? I am very sure you do, deary.
It’s February. February doesn’t mean anything to you. Nor does January or march, as a matter of fact, but February doesn’t mean anything at all. December does mean something even if you don’t have very strong religious beliefs.
I’s five o’clock. The staff gathering is due in another 15 minutes.
‘Professor?’
‘Miss Granger?’
‘I was wondering…’
You look up at the girl and probably wonder what has gotten into her.
‘Yes, miss Granger?
‘Can I ask you something?’ she says.
Now you are staring at her and you’re not sure this has been intended. But you can’t stop. The girl is getting on your nervs.
‘Do wizards believe in God?’ blunt. An iron shot at the chest. Admit it, professor, you had not expected this.
‘Why- Miss Granger! Hermione, why would you ask me something like this?’
You look worried. Unsafe territory… You surly worry the girl would see there are things you don’t know. Eh, Professor McGonagall?
‘Well- I suppose…Where did that come from?’
‘Do-Do you professor?’ She’s pressing the matter and you don’t like.
‘Does that bother you so?’ you say.
She looks at you. You look at her.
‘Professor my parents are religious and…I’ve always believed in God…Does that have anything to do with me being a witch?’
That’s a hard one…You’re thinking. You’re also looking at her. Her eyes big and brown, young and innocent girl. You can’t go saying ’Yes my dear girl you are an evil hag serving the devil.’
‘Are you a good witch or a bad witch?’
Hermione stutters looking at you.
Finally.
‘Good, I guess…’
There. You look up at the clock on the wall of your office. You’ve got 2 minutes left and you’re discussing the touchy relation between Religion and magic. You’d rather she’d asked about blow job-God, since you think the issue would be a little easier to surf.
You pull back your chair and stand up.
‘Well, then Miss Granger…I believe it is quite all right.’
Pause.
‘I’ve never thought about it. I don’t know much but I guess it all comes to moral issues. Miss Granger-‘
You close the door behind the two of you.
‘Good bye’
There. You said it. Got out of that one too….and you didn’t let Dumbledore wait. I admit…Professor McGonagall, you’re good…
