The cloaked figure crossing the grounds was never far from Gwen's mind as she went about her daily tasks. Classes were almost too easy and she was beginning to get bored. Magic was something that came so naturally to her and she hardly needed to study. She had already read all of the assigned seventh year books.
Hermione was quite disgusted with Gwen's natural ability, but she had to chalk it up to her; the girl was talented. McGonagall in particular had noticed that glazed look coming back into Gwen's eyes on a regular basis again, but she couldn't complain because the girl was still receiving full marks. She had the concern of a guardian however and decided to speak to her about it.
"Guenivere, may I see you in my office?"
Gwen's heart leapt in her chest. McGonagall only ever called her to her office if she'd done something wrong or if her mother was on the premises. She had done nothing wrong to her knowledge so that left only her mother. "Sure." She said quietly and followed her godmother with her eyes held firmly on the ground.
When the door clicked behind her she quickly surveyed the room. No mother in sight. Maybe she had done something wrong. She thought hard on the past couple of days. Unless staying up late in your own dorm was a punishable offense she'd done nothing at all to gain her godmother's contempt.
But there was no contempt, only concern. "Guenivere, I've noticed that you're very bored in my classes."
"Not just your classes." Gwen said, creasing her brows in thought. What was this all about?
"Excuse me?"
"Well, I've learned all the seventh year magic and it's just coming really easily to me now. It hardly seems worth it to sit through class." She was shocked at her own honesty.
"That's a bit egotistical don't you think, Guenivere?"
"Yeah, but it's the truth."
Minerva regarded her coolly. While the girl was speaking the truth of which she had no doubt she still felt it was a rude way of saying so. Sometimes Gwen reminded her sharply of a Slytherin student who would later become her mother.
"What is it?" Gwen asked at the less than pleased look on McGonagall's face.
"You reminded me very much of your mother just then. You don't do it often, but when you do it's terrifyingly accurate."
Gwen huffed just a bit, but realized exactly what her godmother meant. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to be rude. It's just that I'm so ready to�" But she didn't know what she was ready for. Was it that she wanted to move on or was it more that she wanted something to challenge her?
McGonagall looked ruffled to say the least but she relaxed enough to force a smile. "Would you like to study some more advanced magic after hours?"
"Actually." Gwen thought wildly for a moment. Maybe she could tell her of the teaching idea. She took a deep breath. "I want to study more Defense Against the Dark Arts. I have a feeling the position may be vacated soon and I'd like to teach it someday. Here, at Hogwarts."
Minerva looked at her astonished. There was no doubt in her mind that Gwen would be destined for great things. But she had never ever thought that Gwen would pursue a career in teaching the magical arts. "Of course." She said. "There's only so much I can teach you, but perhaps Professor Dumbledore could help you."