She sat in the farthest corner of the library, deep in the section entitled Mythology
. She had found the book she was looking for.
Minerva...the goddess of knowledge...
She smiled as she ran her fingers over the words. She would always be proud to carry this name. It stood for what she was, what she wanted to be, and what she always would be.
She started and hastily snapped the book shut. "Professor Dumbledore."
"It's late. Nearly midnight." The Transfiguration professor's eyebrows were raised as he stood at the end of the bookshelves, blocking her exit.
"Yes, Professor, I know." She quickly replaced the book on the shelf and smoothed her robes, trying to collect herself.
"I'm sorry. I'll get to bed."
"What were you reading?" he asked quietly in his deep voice.
"That's obvious, Minerva." He smiled.
She debated lying to him, inventing a project for Astronomy, where she had to research the names of planets, and their basis in Greek legend... But this was her favorite teacher; she never could lie to him. "I was...looking up the goddess Minerva, Professor."
His blue eyes twinkled. "I thought that might be the case."
"I've been thinking...about the career advice for fifth years."
He stepped back, and the two began walking towards the library door. "Have you considered what you would like to do?"
"Yes, Professor. I'd like to teach."
He nodded. "You'd like to take my job, you mean."
"Yes, sir-- I mean--" she hastily amended, "once you're no longer teaching, I'd like to teach Transfiguration."
"No longer teaching?"
"The Ministry's considering replacing Professor Dippet as Headmaster," Minerva elaborated. "After Myrtle... and I just thought that you
"Would make a fine Headmaster? I'm very honored that you think so, Minerva."
She inclined her head as they began to ascend the first flight of stairs that would eventually leave them at Gryffindor Tower. "Anyways...Minerva was the goddess of knowledge. It seems appropriate to me that I become a teacher."
"And I am sure you would be excellent, Minerva." He glanced at her. "Teachers, however, are examples of rules. I should hardly think that a teacher would be out and about so late."
She flushed slightly. "I'm sorry, sir. I'll understand if you take points."
"Take points from my own prefect? Bite your tongue." He bowed slightly as they reached the Fat Lady's portrait.
"Besides, even perfect examples may break rules when personal discovery is imminent. Good night, Minerva."
"Thank you, sir. Good night." Minerva reached out to awaken the Fat Lady, then stopped and turned back to Dumbledore. "Professor."
He turned back to her, his expression inquiring.
"Why were you
out so late, if you don't mind my asking?"
His eyes twinkled behind his half-moon glasses. "Personal discovery, my dear." He bowed again and walked away, humming slightly to himself.
A very strange man...
Minerva thought with a smile.