That fic encapsulates so much of what I love about this pairing, especially the potential for Rolanda’s physicality to provide comfort to a Minerva with too much on the mind. These fics also tend to take an oft-overdone (IMHO) element of typical early fanon Rolanda (or “Xiomara,” as she was then often called)—a penchent for mischief-—and weave it into a more believable and adult foil for Minerva’s seriousness and propriety.
My take on the question, "What if our heroes had lost the Battle of Hogwarts?" Minerva in the Muggle world. With Hooch interludes.
Warning, it's a little painful at times, but nothing compared to some of my other works. More fluff than harsh feels, but there are definitely some feels in there. #fluffyfamilyfeelstothemax <3
Perhaps it was sheer stupidity to keep up this thing, to make themselves, two old women, even more vulnerable in the Death Eaters' eyes. But she'd be damned if she was going to give it up.
Behold the slightly intoxicated Christmas shenanigans of two of our favorite ladies, Deputy Headmistress McGonagall and Madame Hooch. If you try really hard, you can almost smell the schnapps.
A lifetime of shared experiences. A lifetime of shared moments of quiet and peace, joy and love, grief and loss. A lifetime with a partner who’s always at your side, and a moment of just one more way to show that love to the world.
Minerva marries Ephinstone right after the war that took her brother, friends, and former students. When Minerva's husband dies, from a stupid accident that no one could have foreseen, Minerva's defaults again to black. Until the edges start glimmering, turning just a little grey.
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