#3 - Book Delivery

While she wondered if it was going to be like when visiting Professor Snape's office...

'Enter,' Professor McGonagall said.

The door easily opened, revealing her seated at her desk by a window overlooking the Training Grounds. A fireplace kept the room warm, though the atmosphere itself wasn't as soothing -- mainly because Professor McGonagall was faced with what appeared to be several scrolls of essays she was busy grading. Already? This early in the term?

It was the kind of image that made students dread O.W.L and N.E.W.T years.

'Birdwhistle.' McGonagall peered over her glasses at the Ravenclaw. 'What do I owe the visit, on a day like this?'

Had Tobias Twiggs once again caused... no, it was best not to assume. Or jinx it.

'Oh. I see.' Professor McGonagall nodded, partially in relief and also impressed by the task. 'I've no doubt they'll vanish again, sooner or later, but thank you. We shall continue trying to disenchant them in the meantime.'

She retrieved the books, and one-by-one carefully stored them away in a deep drawer of her desk. McGonagall gave them a firm look, as if it could work in making them stay put, then sighed and gave MJ and appreciative look.

'Was there anything else?' McGonagall asked, just to be sure.