It's harder and harder to ignore the pain in her side, but she does.

She loves this school, has since the day she set foot in it as first year.

Professor McGonagall will not see this school fall, not to these people, not while she is still alive to defend it.

So there's no pause, no celebration of success or concern for losses and failures, not even a moment to push her glasses back up to the proper place at the bridge of her nose. Just hex after curse after hex fired at her former students.