An expert is one who knows more and more about less and less.
~ Nicholas Murray Butler
Tuesday, February 13th ~ Morning
She'd put off the interview she needed to have with Minerva for a day and her time was running out.
Who am I kidding.
I don't know my own mind, so how in the hell am I supposed to help anyone else find out what's rolling around in theirs?
London is safe. I'll go back to - doing what I did before.
"And hate every minute of it," Anne said with a sigh as she sat down in a chair and looked around the office that had been hers for such a short time. It hadn't take long to box up the things that she'd be taking with her.
"It was fun?" she questioned the quiet air around her before she rose and headed toward the stairway that would take her to the headmistress' office.
Avoiding danger is no safer in the long run than outright exposure.
The fearful are caught as often as the bold.
- Helen Keller
Sunday, November 12th ~ Evening
I've been thinking about this long enough.
Time to 'do' something about it.
And if I fail - I fail and there's nothing to be ashamed of.
Izabel's pep talk to herself kept running through her mind as she raised her hand to knock on Minerva's door. She hadn't made an appointment because she really didn't want to sit in the other woman's office to have this discussion among the portraits of the past headmasters.
Her hand hesitated for a heartbeat before the knuckles rapped firmly on the door. Second, third and fourth doubts assailed her while she waited for it to open.
Oh, grow up.
It's not like it's going to hurt.
Will it?
You wouldn't believe
On All Hallow Eve
What lots of fun we can make,
With apples to bob,
And nuts on the hob,
And a ring-and-thimble cake.
~ Carolyn Wells
Tuesday, October 31st ~ Late Evening
As Minerva closed the door of her quarters a smile lingered on her lips. The annual Halloween feast had gone well and only three students had had to visit Poppy before heading to bed. She missed Albus the most on this day. His love of sweets had been legendary and while most of the teaching staff indulged a little, she'd always wondered if he hadn't indulged a lot.
I should see about having his portrait moved to the Great Hall for - Who am I kidding, she decided with an small laugh. He was probably peeking out from one of the other portraits the whole night.
Not another year older, simply another year wiser.
Wednesday, October 4th -- Afternoon
Dipsy the house-elf - or was it Doosey? - had been given his instructions. Now it was a matter of waiting until Minerva settled down at her desk and ordered her afternoon tea.