Il y a un peu plus d'un an maintenant, ma meilleure amie m'a lancé un petit défi: Ecrire chaque jour un petit quelque chose pendant un an. Alors tous les jours de l'année 2017 j'ai eu droit à un petit "Imagine" trouvé sur Tumblr ou sorti tout droit...
"Imagine being an orphan adopted by Minerva McGonagall, and her raising you in Hogwarts"
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All I remembered from my early childhood was a cat, a soft and tigerish cat. I've been adopted when I was three by Minerva Mcgonagall, a brilliant witch who teach in Hogwarts. She is the strongest woman I have ever known. Of course I'm not very objective as she is the one who raised me but I'm pretty sure the whole wizarding world agreed with me, at least the United Kingdom wizarding community.
I grew up in the Hogwarts castle and I can boast of knowing perfectly all its secrets. However, today is a special day. I, Elizabeth Mcgonagall will start my first day as a student in Hogwarts. I was very nervous about it, I didn't want to deceive her. I stand with all the first year in front of my mother who had the sorting hat in one hand, the student's list in the other. She started calling people. After Neville Longbottom was sorted in Gryffindor, she called my name:
- Elizabeth Mcgonagall?
I walked through the crowd and sat on the stool, Mom smiled and winked at me while she put the sorting hat on my head. He didn't hesitate and sorted me in Gryffindor. Mom tried not to show too much of how much she was proud. But I saw tears of joy in her eyes and it was enough for me. I joined my new friends at Gryffindor's table.
No matter what blood says, I was Minerva McGonagall's daughter and I was a true and proud Gryffindor.
