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Minerva McGonagall was having a terrible day, and it was all because of Albus Dumbledore. She was tired of being his sidekick, always standing beside him in every situation, listening to his grandiose plans and following his whimsical orders. She needed a break, but Albus just didn't seem to get it.
"Minerva, my dear, you are not my sidekick," Albus insisted as they walked through the Hogwarts corridors. "You are my trusted colleague, my right-hand woman, my-"
"Shadow," Minerva interjected bitterly. "Don't forget that, Albus. According to the Hogwarts yearbook, that's all I am. Your shadow."
Albus frowned, taken aback by her words. "That's not true, Minerva. You are a respected professor and a valued member of the Hogwarts staff. You are not defined by your relationship to me."
But Minerva was having none of it. She stopped in her tracks and pointed to the yearbook, which she had been carrying around all day. "Looks at the Hogwarts yearbook! That's your entry...and that's mine! It's not even me! It's a photo of your shadow! I'M. YOUR. SHADOW. And look! "Professor Minerva McGonagall. Age: sixteen years younger than Professor Albus Dumbledore! House: the same as Dumbledore! Most likely to be: standing next to DUMBLEDORE! Even my nickname is "DUMBLEDORE's SIDEKICK!"
Albus bit down a chuckle. "You are not a sidekick, Minerva."
"That's not what everybody else thinks," Minerva said, crossing her arms.
Albus smiled at her. "Well, I don't think you are a sidekick."
"Thank you, Albus," Minerva smiles.
"You're welcome, dear," Albus says. "Now let's get back to work. Follow me and do everything I tell you."
"Okay," Minerva says. "Wait, what?"