A Winter's Day [OPEN]

[minerva mary mcgonagall]

Minerva was well wrapped up against the cold, a long scarf tied around her neck and a thick cloak hanging over her shoulders. Ordinarily, she would prefer not to be out at all, but today she couldn't stand to be inside any longer. The castle might have been rebuilt, but there were still tiny reminders of the battle that had scarred it. Not a problem for Minerva ordinarily- after all, the whole wizarding world was scarred- but today, there was something different. She couldn't quite make out why, but it was a strong feeling in her gut. So here she was, standing by the tranquil waters of the Black Lake and watching tiny waves rippling by the shore. It was quiet. Peaceful. Everything that the last year hadn't been. Minerva smiled slightly and took in a deep, slow breath. Maybe everything was going to be fine after all.