Kale's Latest Creative Endeavor
Allrighties, please bear with me hear…this is my first fan fic and all, and my creative writing skills are WAY out of practice, so if you are so kind as to review this, please at least be constructive with yer criticism
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"Albus are you certain?" Minerva Mcgonagall questioned the wizard sitting in front of her, who was at the moment very calmly sucking on a lemon drop despite the fact that he had just told her the most startling thing the deputy headmaster of Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry ever could have imagined.
"Indeed I am professor Mcgonagall, in fact, there is no doubt in my mind that it is her" Albus Dumbledore, the highly respected headmaster of Hogwarts replied lightly as he handed her the newspaper he had been looking at.
"Lemon drop?" he offered as Minerva stared at the front page. It was a muggle publication from America, something known as the New York Times. The copy, in fact, was over a month old, and the information it contained would be considered old news and generally worthless by many a person. However it was not the weather report or the stock exchange that interested the headmaster so. Rather, it was the picture of a young girl contained in the business section that had caught his interest. It certainly wasn't a flattering picture, nor was particularly interesting. Just a grainy photograph of an unsmiling girl of about age 16 or seventeen, with untidy black hair and unimaginably sad eyes staring out the window of a hearse.
"This is hardly a time for candy!" Minerva snapped, entranced by the photo...the resemblance really was eerie.... too eerie to be just a coincidence. Even the skeptical witch had to admit that there was a very good possibility that what Albus was suggesting could very well be true. She was, however, caught off guard by the expression of amusement on the headmaster's face as she looked up at him.. "Well, what is it then?" she asked him impatiently.
"My dear professor, do I dare say that you just might believe me now?" he questioned, his eyes twinkling.
"It's really quite uncanny" Minerva murmured, not paying attention to his remarks as she glanced back down at the paper and started to read the article. It was about the death of the CEO and founder of Cabot Motors, Alexander Cabot and his wife Elizabeth. Ironically enough, they had been killed in a horrific car crash on there way home from a charity ball. The picture that had entranced the Professors so was of their daughter, Adelaide, the soul benefactor of her parent's estate and fortune.
"If what your saying is true Albus, how can we possibly tell her?...Or the boy, for that matter" she added as an afterthought. "How can we tell them that both of their lives have been complete lies? Besides, we don't even know if she's a witch or not, if she was then she would have gotten her letter when she was eleven, just like everyone else.... we're the closest school to her, there would have been records...." she trailed off as Albus held up his hand as if to silence her.
"Ah, but she did get her letter.... if you recall, she was put on the list of those who gave no reply. I had no idea who she was at the time, not until I saw this picture. In fact, from what I have read about her parents, I have the distinct impression that she has no knowledge that magic even exists."
"You mean they kept it from her?" Minerva asked, astonished. However, the more she thought about it, the more she realized that that wasn't so unusual. Her parents were the type of people who threw dinner parties for people they didn't know and donated money to charities they'd never heard of. They were not the type of people who would send their only daughter to a school halfway around the world to learn how to become a witch.
"What are we going to do Albus?" Minerva asked him, a note of agitation in her voice.
"I'd say we're going to pay a little visit to New York" he replied, blue eyes twinkling.
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