Minerva McGonagall was sitting behind her desk, her quill was rapidly moving over the papers in front of her, it was the only sound that could be heard in the large room. She was surrounded by portraits hanging at the wall, nearly covering every empty spot their was. They were silent now though, most of them were sleeping, or visiting one of their other frames. The Headmistress didn't mind, she preferred the silence while grading papers.
The room was dimly lit, which gave it a warm glow and a kind of cosy feeling. It would be a comfortable place to spend some time, if there wouldn't have been about fourty pairs of eyes staring down at you.
Minerva was just about to turn to one of the last papers on the stack when she heard a gargoyle announce someone was needing her presence. She set down her quill and pressed her glasses back up her nose. "Let them in," she told the gargoyle, and then waited for them to come up and see what it was they needed.
