McGonagall clucked her tongue, a small smirk twitching on her lips. "Oh no, Granger,  shite  is the only word I can imagine being applicable to your circumstances." The headmistress marched forward until she was standing just steps away. With a hawk-like eye, Minerva took a moment to study Hermione before settling a hand on her shoulder. "But just because we are in deep  shite , doesn’t mean we can’t claw our way out."