No, not that kind. But loving McG is easy when she provides all the best bits herself. Especially during Umbridge's reign of terror.
Remember?
"I should have made my meaning plainer," said Professor McGonagall, turning at last to look at Umbridge directly in the eyes. "He has achieved high marks in all Defense Against the Dark Arts tests set by a competent teacher."
Harry witnessed Professor McGonagall walking right past Peeves, who was determinedly loosening a crystal chandelier, and could have sworn he heard her tell the poltergeist out of the corner of her mouth, 'It unscrews the other way.'
"Are you quite sure you wouldn't like a cough drop, Dolores?"
'Is it true that you shouted at Professor Umbridge?' 'Yes,' said Harry. 'You called her a liar?' 'Yes.' 'You told her He Who Must Not Be Named is back?' 'Yes.' Professor McGonagall sat down behind her desk, frowning at Harry. Then she said, 'Have a biscuit, Potter.'
Potter!' 'Yes, Professor [McGonagall]?' She glanced up and down the corridor; there were students coming from both directions. 'Bear in mind,' she said quickly and quietly, her eyes on the scroll in his hand, 'that channels of communication in and out of Hogwarts may be being watched, won't you?'
And then there was the time she took three stunners to the chest for Hagrid. And stood up for Trelawney in spite of thinking she was a quack. And bought Harry time to find the horcruxes.
A scholar, a mentor, and a BAMF fighter. A tip of the very pointy hat to you, Professor.
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Minerva McGonagall's Self-love
Date: 2014-02-14 11:23 pm (UTC)Remember?
"I should have made my meaning plainer," said Professor McGonagall, turning at last to look at Umbridge directly in the eyes. "He has achieved high marks in all Defense Against the Dark Arts tests set by a competent teacher."
Harry witnessed Professor McGonagall walking right past Peeves, who was determinedly loosening a crystal chandelier, and could have sworn he heard her tell the poltergeist out of the corner of her mouth, 'It unscrews the other way.'
"Are you quite sure you wouldn't like a cough drop, Dolores?"
'Is it true that you shouted at Professor Umbridge?'
'Yes,' said Harry.
'You called her a liar?'
'Yes.'
'You told her He Who Must Not Be Named is back?'
'Yes.'
Professor McGonagall sat down behind her desk, frowning at Harry. Then she said, 'Have a biscuit, Potter.'
Potter!'
'Yes, Professor [McGonagall]?'
She glanced up and down the corridor; there were students coming from both directions. 'Bear in mind,' she said quickly and quietly, her eyes on the scroll in his hand, 'that channels of communication in and out of Hogwarts may be being watched, won't you?'
And then there was the time she took three stunners to the chest for Hagrid. And stood up for Trelawney in spite of thinking she was a quack. And bought Harry time to find the horcruxes.
A scholar, a mentor, and a BAMF fighter. A tip of the very pointy hat to you, Professor.