In the quiet Scottish countryside, Minerva and Andrew McGonagall harbored a deep resentment toward Hermione Granger, finding her intrusive presence unbearable and her constant need for attention disruptive to their peaceful lives; behind their polite facade lay frustration and disdain, especially as they cherished their daughter—no secret to anyone—as their pride and joy, a brilliant and poised young witch fluent in French and a beloved student of Beauxbatons, whom they adored deeply for her kindness, strength, and quiet confidence, standing in stark contrast to Hermione’s overbearing nature, and while Hermione flailed for influence, the McGonagalls remained united in their unwavering love for their daughter and their hatred for Hermione’s unwelcome intrusion, delighting in their daughter’s natural grace and brilliance, knowing she needed no spotlight because she simply was, the calm, radiant light they cherished above all.