Waiting

The waiting room didn't look that much different from the ones at St. Mungo's. Blue cushioned chairs lined the wall of the small room, a potted plant that looked rather wilted sat on a small table in the corner and a coffee machine was next to it.
Posters covered the eggshell coloured walls and as he gazed at them, the boy was surprised that all of the posters lacked words. Instead they were pictures: trees, leaves, flowers, the sky, the ocean, birds and animals, people… As he starred at one particularly interesting picture of the night sky a door opened and a woman's voice called out into the waiting room:

"Mr Potter?"

Dark

As he walked into the next room the lights went out rather suddenly leaving Harry in pitch dark. Wheeling around Harry drew his wand and made for the door but was surprised when a blast of air slammed the door.
Turning the young wizard faced his opponent. A small woman, around four foot seven stared up at him. Surprised that he could see the woman at all Harry glanced around and was shocked to see that the walls which he had originally thought black in colour were actually a moving image of the stars. Bright light flooded from this moving picture and stars twinkled at him.

"Think you could lower your wand now Mr Potter?" the woman's amused voice reached the mesmerized boy and he turned his attention back to her but didn't lower his wand.

Introductions

"Hmm, I can see that I have startled you." The woman's voice was soft but still retained an edge of humour.
"My apologies. As you probably know I am Doctor Elethea Nimue Witrin. You may call me whichever of those three names makes you most comfortable. Would you care to take a seat Mr Potter?"

Regarding the woman Harry took a seat in one of the comfy armchairs that sat in the room and watched as Elethea began bustling around in the dimly lit space. His wand remained drawn but gradually the young wizard began to relax as he felt less threatened by the tiny woman.

"Would you care for a drink Mr Potter?" Elethea asked as she stood near a fridge that was backed up against the wall.

"Please, just call me Harry."

Elethea

As Elethea trotted round the room making tea and plating up biscuits Harry took the opportunity to study the woman further.

As he had previously noted she was rather small for a fully grown woman and she had a rather child-like appearance. Her hair appeared to be a dark blue colour, quite like a raven's wing and as the light caught it the strands appeared to change colour shifting through a spectrum of emerald green right through to a royal violet.
The woman's skin was pale, from the parts of it Harry could see, and the pale skin set off her hair and her eyes in a startling contrast. Wide, blue eyes framed with thick dark lashes flitted around constantly taking in everything in her domain and they didn't still until finally she placed in front of Harry a cup of tea and a plate of Jammy Dodgers.

Small Talk

"Sorry about the biscuits. Haven't been to the supermarket in a couple of days." Elethea grinned sheepishly as she grabbed a biscuit off the plate. She then proceeded to draw h

er legs up under her and curled up into the comfy armchair.
The winged chair only served to make Elethea appear even smaller than she already was and Harry noticed that she seemed incredibly comfortable in that position.

Harry also took a biscuit but instead if eating it merely held it in between his fore-finger and thumb. Elethea grinned and then took a large bite out of her Jammy Dodger. After munching the biscuit down and brushing crumbs from her lips the eccentric Doctor began to speak.

"So Harry, tell me about yourself."

Questions

"What do you mean?" Harry asked Elethea with confusion.

"Tell me about yourself. I want to get to know you." Grabbing a strand of her hair the woman began to twist the hair round her finger causing it to curl and shimmer with the starlight that was lighting the room.

"Don't you read the Prophet? Surely everyone knows about me." Harry's reply was almost bitter and harsh and yet Elethea remained unfazed and merely smiled as she replied to the wizard.

"Yes I have read the Prophet. Never really held much truth though did it. Especially that Rita Skeeter." She giggled softly and then picked up another Jammy Dodger but before biting into it she spoke once more, her voice pitched lower and more soothingly than before.

"I know about you Harry Potter. But I want to know you."

A/N: I don't own Harry Potter or any of its affiliates. I do own Elethea, please don't steal her. This will be the only disclaimer regarding the ownership of Harry Potter. I also don't own Jammy Dodgers or any of the biscuits mentioned within.