Of course she had seen her before, Minerva McGonagall, she had been two years below her, but the last time Talia had seen her, she’d been all elbows and knees, too tall to be graceful, her face flecked with red spots as she shouted bloody murder at the person who’d knocked the bludger into her.
A lovely treatment of an intriguing pairing.
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