Albus blotted a piece of parchment neatly. Drying on his desk were a number of letters already written, to which this parchment was added. The shopkeepers of Diagon Alley were being most obliging, it pleased him to note. While the process of arranging expense accounts at each and every shop took much paperwork and effort, not a single one had
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The one thing she hadn't managed since her arrival was learning any actual magic, so today, as she was wandering the halls, the plaque on the classroom door caught her attention.
She hesitated at the doorway, her mind flashing back to the teachers she'd had back home. Most of hers hadn't known what to do with her, saying she was bright in many ways but severely lacking in others. Confrontations with most teachers left her defensive and edgy, and she had little reason to believe Hogwarts teachers would be any different, especially since she didn't actively know any magic.
Still, she figured she ought to start somewhere, and so she tapped tentatively at the office door.
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The lock's tumblers turned of their own accord, then the door's knob; and the door itself swung open to admit the one who had knocked.
"Come in, do come in," a welcoming voice caroled from within the chamber thus breached. It was deep without darkness, aged yet unwavering; it was like a fine clear wine, that voice, an estimable old vintage.
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She took a moment to study the room before her gaze fastened on the professor, and then she found herself smiling as she took a second step into the room. "You know, you're the first person I've met who actually looks like a wizard," she said by way of greeting.
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The door did not close behind her. Albus had charmed it not to do so. He did not want his students feeling as though they had entered a house of horrors.
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"He must be a teacher here" She agreed.
"Let’s meet him then."
She softly knocked on the door.
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"Hello, Professor Emeritus is it? Are you a teacher here?"
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Robin had heard of this Dumbledore; Herne had mentioned 'the Bumblebee' more than once in the last century or so with great respect. Perhaps the Professor would be willing to advise Robin.
The sound of singing in Robin's own language made the Hooded Man grin as he knocked on the door.
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((Reposted becaue I am a dunderhead.))
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He knew this name, of course. He would handle that matter carefully, for if there were anyone at Hogwarts familiar with the hazards of navigating one's own legend, it would be Albus Dumbledore (and perhaps, to a lesser extent, his brother Abercrombie, notorious among Hyrulians). "Well met," he said graciously. Somewhere Albus had acquired the knack of bowing without dislodging his hat.
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Meaning that Ofdensen could spend lots of time researching.
While thumbing through a book, he found the word 'Animagus'. It talked about the ability to turn into an animal. And he remembered it being mentioned before.
Before he knew it, he found himself in front of Dumbledore's office again.
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Ofdensen knocked on the door.
"Professor Dumbledore? I have a question."
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