Wands and Warframes

School days take two

School days take two

The questions that peppered the two Tenno continued long after curfew for the lower years, but nobody was willing to leave. Eventually one of the new prefects noticed the time and started breaking up the conversation. When it came time to leave, Neville reluctantly lifts Whisper up.

"I guess you want Whisper back."

Harry looks at him consideringly, "Only for tonight I think. After that, I think you'd make a good owner for him."

As they made their way back to the lander, Hermione says, "Harry, do you think that was the right way to treat the headmaster?"

"Thank you for coming to my defence back then. No, I'm really not sure that was the right way. However, we are not unruly children to stand in front of someone with so much power and listen to his pronouncements from on high. We are Tenno, and in this society, I am technically an adult. I will freely admit that having a couple of years personal tutoring in English has probably changed the way that I understand things. I also look at Minerva and how she has softened, no that's the wrong word, relaxed, become more flexible."

"Grown?" Hermione ventures.

"Yes, all of those. I think this is actually the person she was before all of the duties she had to perform started to add up."

"You think it's a side effect of becoming a Sentient?"

Harry nods, "Yes, she, like mum, can process things far faster than an unaugmented human can. She may not have even noticed that she's doing it."

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Albus stands, unnoticed, in the doorway to Minerva's office. In front of him, she is working diligently on the paperwork that comes with being the Deputy Headmistress, Head of House, and Transfiguration teacher. As he stands there, she picks up an essay – NEWT level by the length – reads it through carefully, places it on her desk and picks up her quill, then reads it through again, this time leaving considered notes and comments in the margins. The only problem is, she does it all in under a minute.

Putting the marked paper in the completed pile, Minerva looks up at Albus, "Good evening Albus, to what do I owe the pleasure?"

"I was just admiring a master at work. I also came to offer my apology, as it appears I was operating off of faulty information."

"Apology accepted."

Conjuring a comfortable chair, Albus takes a seat across from his deputy, "Minerva, you said that you took an Elixir. How are you coping with it?"

"Oh, fine. To be honest, I think the time away from my responsibilities has made the biggest difference. You are of course aware of the fact that Harry's home is like reports of the fae realms were. Being able to spend a few weeks decompressing every night, while I escorted the Grangers to see their daughter, has made a large difference. The work here seems to fly past now."

"I see. And you are absolutely certain that this isn't a fae realm."

"Yes, absolutely. You need to pass through the fae realms to reach it, they call it the void. But like us, they need to use portals to reach those realms. Obviously, Fawkes is able to bypass that requirement."

"May I ask about your ability to fly?"

"You may."

Albus sits there for a long moment before he says, "When did you learn to fly unaided?"

Minerva shrugs, "That was actually the first time."

He leans forward in his chair, "Minerva, I think you should let a Healer have a look at you."