"I'm starting to hate myself." Minerva was making a mistake, wasn't she? Every night, she and Alastor fought, then they got drunk, and she woke up in a messy bed. She went to work, then came home, then ate, then put the girls to bed, then fought, and so on and so forth. "I can't pretend this is uhealthy." She got out of bed, but since it was the holidays, she didn't need to go to work. It wasn't worth it to grade anything that day. "Five more minutes." Minnie fell back into bed and fell asleep again - teaching and motherhood had taken its effect on the hardworking woman, and they say even the strongest warrior can be broken by exhaustion. And for now, Minerva would enjoy the warmth of her bed instead of the cold winter snow, and the arm of her spouse around her waist, forgetting about the arguments and anger that entered their home at night.
Just five more minutes.
