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It was late afternoon when a young girl was walking down the long corridors in the dim light of an impending winter, she found herself in front of a solid wooden door.
"Come in" the door creaked
"Professor, did you want to see me?"
"Yes, Evans, come in" the room was austere, a solid wooden desk, with several benches arranged on the sides of the center of the room, sitting at the desk, a young woman, her hair going gray, gathered in a stiff bun
"Have a seat" the young witch chose the bench on the left, in front of the teacher, their light eyes met
"I wanted to give you this. I know it's not Christmas yet, but I thought you might be interested. I saw your passion for transfiguration" she pointed to a package on the desk
"I got a present?" the professor smiled at her, the young girl stood up hesitantly, approached the desk, slowly opened the package, noticing that it was a beautiful old book on transfiguration
"Thank you, professor..." a tear ran down her face
"Is there something wrong? Don't you like it?" McGonagall looked into her eyes, noticed how thin she was, how much she was sailing in her clothes and that they were mended several times
"It's wonderful... Only I didn't give you a gift and I can't accept" she put the book on the desk
"It's not important that you reciprocate. I saw this book and thought of you. You can keep it" the girl looked up from the floor
"Thank you. You were very kind and I like it very much"
"See you later for the last lesson before the Christmas holidays?"
"Yes, of course. See you later" she hurried out of the classroom, the young professor perceived something strange and her sixth sense was never wrong