Professor McGonagall's Office

[Headmaster]

McGongall's office is decorated with a lot of tartan plaid. She keeps a tin of biscuits on her desk and usually, the Quidditch Cup on her shelf.

[Professor McGonagall]

Minerva's lips were pursed tightly as he flipped through the pile of owl posts she had sitting on her desk, black hair pulled back into its signature bun as her square glasses sat at the edge of her nose for she was not one to crane her head. She reached into the open tin of biscuits and aptly directed one toward her mouth to eat while her hot tea was cooling and she read yet another concern from a student to which she replied swiftly and sealed the envelope to be sent today so that they may receive it soon.
"At least they're taking initiative, even the shy ones..." She finally grasped at her teacup handle and brought the rim to her lips to sip quietly. It seemed to be a good lot this year, the first years that is.

[Professor McGonagall]

Minerva shut the tin of biscuits and tucked the pile of replied letters into her emerald robes in preparation to leave her office. Breakfast sounded wonderful as of now though she doubted any of her fellow professors would be in the Great Hall at that very moment as it was Sunday and classes would resume tomorrow; she had taken the liberty of ridding herself of any superfluous work yesterday to clear her Sunday for the very reason of seeing her lions and taking time for herself. With a flip of her green robes, she turned, locked, and left her office to go eat.

[Professor McGonagall]

It was about 5:00 when Minerva returned to her office and sat with a first year who was having problems with another first year girl. She sat quietly, listened, and fought the twitch in her eye when she finally heard it was over a second year boy.

"Ms. Webb, as troublesome as this all may be for you, you must keep in mind boys are not the most important part of Hogwarts curriculum. I am sure if he has any interest in either of you he will pursue it otherwise there are other boys and your time will come."

The young girl sniffled and accepted the handkerchief offered to dab at her eyes, "Y-yes Professor McGonagall..." She reached over and patted the young girl on the arm as she got up to dismiss her from her office, "There is a time for everything Ms. Webb and as of now, perhaps it is not your time for love. Be patient." The young girl nodded and softly thanked her Head of House as she slowly exited, her school standard Mary Jane shoes falling on the stone floor audibly and clicking in a muted way into the distance, the sound ceasing all together when Minerva shut the door.

Minerva removed her square glasses and rubbed her eyes tiredly, setting down her spectacles and jumping onto her desk to silently lazy about upon her papers not wishing to encounter another "boy problem" as much as she loved her lions. A silver tabby cat was in her place, square markings surrounding the large eyes almost in a mimic the the glasses she wore when she was human. Her tail swung from side to side with the characteristic flick a cat gave their tail in distinction from another animals.

[Professor McGonagall]

Minerva unlocked her office with a tickle to the door and the right key, shooing Blake in and shutting it again with an audible click, "Have a seat young man. First things first, name and house?"

She came around her desk after she tapped the back of the chair he was so sit in. The fabric of her tartan nightdress brushed against itself and made a swooshing sound as she sat in her chair.

[Blake Deimos]

Blake slowly sat down in the chair and primly set his hands in his lap while one held the other with neatly laced fingers. "Blake Deimos, Professor, and I hail from Slytherin house." He kept his calm facade about him while he spoke.

[Professor McGonagall]

"It would seem you are an early riser, Mr. Deimos?" Minerva asked, having caught the young boy with the foreign transfer around five in the morning. "What were you doing up so early?" She didn't blink when her tray of daily tea appeared from the kitchens off to the side on her desk along with a platter of Danish butter cookies, "Tea Mr. Deimos?"

[Blake Deimos]

Blake nodded when he was offered morning tea, "Yes please Ma'am, it would be most appreciated." He relaxed a little when he didn't hear her subtract an immense amount of points like he was told she would do to Slytherins she caught, "To be very truthful Professor, I was going out on the grounds for a morning walk along the edge of the forest like I frequently do though not necessarily this early. I'm not usually an early riser, as you put it."

[Professor McGonagall]

Minerva set two teacups on upon two saucers and poured a precise amount of tea into each, scooting the other contents poured into tea around the plates as well as the platter of cookies. She began to fix her own tea and motioned for the Slytherin boy to do the same for what she was about to ask was a favor of decent proportion, "Well, many are awake and out of bed an hour before breakfast. If you are worried you will be docked, you will not be. Had I, however, found you earlier you would find yourself in detention with me and at a loss of thirty house points young man."

[Blake Deimos]

Blake slowly nodded and fixed his own tea with practiced ease and familiarity, "I wouldn't dare." He purposely left off what he wouldn't dare do as he smiled pleasantly and stirred his tea contently. "Why the tea, Professor? A scolding does not require it if I am correct."

[Professor McGonagall]

"Perceptive Mr. Deimos. No, I did not bring you up here into my office to scold you. I brought you here to ask something of you." Minerva drank from her tea and gently set it down on the plate after moistening her parched throat, "You see, the transfer student- Sakurai Jun or better yet, Jun Sakurai, is from Japan.." she recalled from reading the papers, "and he will need a guide his first weeks of school, perhaps the month. As you have met him already, I was hoping you would agree to be said guide." Minerva's hand reached for a Danish cookie and she brought it to her mouth to eat it once it was between her forefinger and thumb.

[Blake Deimos]

Blake blinked a little as if thinking he heard her wrong. "Pardon me?"

[Professor McGonagall]

"The concept is not difficult to grasp Mr. Deimos. Will you or will you not be the guide for Jun during his initial time here at Hogwarts?" Minerva offered the platter of Danish butter cookies after she sipped from her tea again. She was hoping the Slytherin boy would agree though she heavily doubted he would. As much as she hated it, they were in it for themselves and not for the well being of others. Perhaps she could inquire of Mr. Diggory if he would take the opportunity though, students generally felt comfortable with the first person they met. "Well?"

[Blake Deimos]

"Don't get me wrong Professor, I'm just losing focus with my thoughts trailing elsewhere. I apologize." Blake shook his head but gave the old woman a thankful smile when she offered him some of the treats on the plate, "I'd love to be his guide. He seemed very nice."

[Professor McGonagall]

Minerva perked when she heard a clear answer of acceptance though her stern facial expression stayed the same. "Well Mr. Deimos, I have to go speak with the Headmaster. Thank you for your diplomatic services they will not go unrewarded." She felt the need to add the last part to ensure he would not back out of being Mr. Sakurai's guide. "Feel free to finish your tea. The door will lock itself once you exit." With a sweeping tartan nightdress, Minerva left her office and morphed into a tabby to scamper toward the marble staircase to get up to the seventh floor to see the Headmaster about the newest developments in student life.