Chapter1: Movain
There was such a big difference between day and night here. Despite the hot, dry, dusty environment you had earlier, now, it was dark, cold, and soundless, and it was as quiet until you might think you are the only one in the universe. The busy streets and shops were now disappeared, as if it was an unoccupied city in the night.
There was this man, approaching the fallen-to-sleep city. He was old, tall, and, tired. His dusty and dirty clothes showed that he had come through a long journey. The wind was more wild than ever, making his grey-nearly-white hair flown around, and causing the sand blurring his view. He was making his way towards an old hut, which look as ordinary as the others. The wind was making the fence swinging back and forth, and you could know someone was in there, because besides moonlight, the only source of light around was coming out from the hut.
The man had a quick look on the piece of paper that he had been clutching in his hands (although it was quite hard to read in such a blurry situation), and after making sure that was the right one he'd been looking for, he had a knock on the door. Soon, the door opened and he was greeted by a young girl. Well, not very young, maybe around 16 or 17. She has long black hair, tall, bespectacled, and fair. It was quite weird to saw someone who was not tanned in this kind of place, due to the rough air and hot sun all day. She was aware and curious to receive visitors at such a time. It had passed midnight and the residents here didn't come out after six.
"May I help you sir?" the girl asked politely, though wishing to herself that the man was not a troublemaker or someone who may bring harm to her.
The man roughly adjusted his spectacles, hair and his cloaked and spoke, "Well, you have forgotten about me, Miss Movain."
The mentioned of her surname stunned her. That name had not been brought up for a long time ago. How would the man know who she was? Maybe he knew her father or grandpa. Yet, something in this man looked familiar to her, but she just can't remember who he was.
"I...I'm sorry, I can't remember." She answered after a long pause.
"Miss Movain, would you want to let me freeze to death outside here or let me in to introduce myself?" the old man looked really tired and cold as the wind outside turned icy cold.
Grandpa Ni must have forbidden me to take in strangers especially at such a night...
"Oh. Where are my manners? Come in." She snapped herself out of her thoughts about Grandpa Ni and let the man in.
The first thing you will notice when you step into this hut is books. Although there were cupboards and bookshelves containing books, there were still pile and pile of books everywhere, stacking on each other, and nearly touching the ceilings. The air inside here was damp and filled with the scent of old books.
The girl now returned from the kitchen (so...small that make you unsure whether you could call that a kitchen), holding two cups of hot tea in her hands.
"Drink this. It will warm you up."
"Thanks, Miss Movain." The man quickly took a sip from the hot tea.
"No need to address me so formally sir. Just call me Megan." She paused. "Well, you know my father, or, my grandpa?"
"Oh... of course, of course. Your grandfather was an old friend of mine. We were very best friends before he moved here." He sighed. "I'm sorry about the bad news." As a matter of fact, Megan's grandpa had passed away a month ago, now leaving her alone to live in this hut. She never knew who her mother was and never saw her dad before, and her grandpa was the only one she was related to, as far as she know.
"So... so you know about our family and...and our..."
"That special thing you have?" Megan agreed with the man and she nodded.
"Yes indeed. That was one of the reasons I came." He stood up. "Before I get to the point, I think I need to introduce myself. I'm from London and I'm the headmaster of the Wizardry School of Hogwarts, Albus Dumbledore."