Wondering what form the boggart would take—agonizing over it, really—was, Minerva hoped, worse than seeing it actually come to fruition. The redhead supposed there were many people to whom facing one’s fears came naturally, but she had certainly never been one, her status as a Gryffindor long something she had considered to be laughable.
Would it be Aunt Lydia that came to face her, or her mother expressing disappointment in the woman Minerva had endeavored to become? Even worse—what if it took the form of one of the yearmates that teased her, or a giant spider? The fifth year did her best to resist the tide that seemed intent on pushing her to the daunting white X on the floor in front of Professor Sleptov but, mercifully, someone else—someone more eager, clearly—had beaten her too it.
“Thank the Lord,” the witch murmured to herself, relief washing over her ever so briefly before Minerva realized she would still, eventually, have to take a turn.
Meet Minerva, who is decidedly not at the mark. xD
Would it be Aunt Lydia that came to face her, or her mother expressing disappointment in the woman Minerva had endeavored to become? Even worse—what if it took the form of one of the yearmates that teased her, or a giant spider? The fifth year did her best to resist the tide that seemed intent on pushing her to the daunting white X on the floor in front of Professor Sleptov but, mercifully, someone else—someone more eager, clearly—had beaten her too it.
“Thank the Lord,” the witch murmured to herself, relief washing over her ever so briefly before Minerva realized she would still, eventually, have to take a turn.
Meet Minerva, who is decidedly not at the mark. xD