Minerva made her way up to the staff table. She hadn't even been at this table in a few terms. Why on earth was she up here now. The idea sounded better in her head back on the train where she didn't see the staff members faces. Taking a deep breath she didn't speak to any of them nor make eye contact. Maybe if she didn't make eye contact they wouldn't notice the prefect going behind the chairs. Not staying in front of the table.

She was thinking about last term as she continued and how fragile and weak she was. Then that detention happened and made things incredibly worse for her, but then the dementors and Tillstorm actually helped her. That was still bugging Minerva. Why would the wacka doodle help her after she was so mean to her. It made no sense to the seventh year, but neither did what she was about to do, but she wanted to do it for some reason. Maybe she wanted to prove that her spirit hadn't been broken last term by the evil women or maybe she was still a bit crazy for even thinking about let alone doing what she was about to do.

Pulling out the Healers empty chair Minerva made herself comfortable. Sitting in the healers seat. Yes the healers seat. Well this was an interesting view of the tables. So this is how it felt to be the healer at the start of term feast. She could really see it. Healer Wheatborn McCarthy taking over the evil healers spot to make the school have a nice caring healer. One that wouldn't terrify the students so much. It had a nice ring to it if she said so herself. This could work she had to admit.

She turned her head smiling at the new victim grounds keeper. Well this was the what sixth new groundskeeper in her seven terms here. Good luck to you sir. Min kept the smile on her face even though her nerves were getting the best of her. She would sit and wait for Tillstorm to come.