How She SufferedThe owl swooped gently to my side, and I released its letter as I took another sip of pumpkin juice.More Like This
"Another letter from home, Minerva?" I started at his sudden interest, snapping my head up to his far-away position in the center of the table. He smiled kindly, and his voice would've been softer if he hadn't had to call over our coworkers between us. "They must miss you terribly."
I could only nod awkwardly, adding not quite loudly enough, "Yes, I suppose so." Another smile before the Headmaster stood from his breakfast, bowing us all goodbye and departing from the Great Hall. Rather quickly, I followed suit, absently placing the tiny, folded parchment into my pocket.
The day passed like any other, and I fought off a headache as I collected together the essays that still needed to be graded. The activity kept me busy well into the night, and my eyes were pulling themselves shut when I finally reached the last. I sighed with glorious relief, and leaned back in my chair, but a rustli