Ok, ok, here I go. This is going to be my first fanfic; not sure if this
will turn out ok. Just let know what you guys think and give me suggestions
as I go along. I especially mean those who've been writing for some time. I
could really use some tips!
Now for the disclaimer: I am not J.K. Rowling writing under a pen name. As such, I am much grieved to say that I do not own any of her characters or ideas, for that matter. Ho hum. Someday soon*sigh*
Okay, enjoy!
Chapter 1
A witch in her early thirties sat across a desk from an old wizard with long white hair and a white beard almost reaching the floor. Though she was a witch, she wore a neat maroon Muggle suit with a white blouse, giving the impression that she was there by accident more than anything. The wizard began to speak.
"Well, I'm glad you finally decided to take on this job, despite the er-that is to say, your circumstances."
The witch blinked. "Yeah, I guess it's the least I can do. I haven't exactly been around and helping our-I mean, your cause since-"
"Yes, my dear, I understand," answered the old one. "I know it was quite hard for you to accept what happened to your friends. Though I do wish to congratulate you. It seems you've learned to see beyond it."
"Maybe I have and maybe I haven't, " the witch almost snapped back. "What's it to you? You asked for me, you said I was needed, so here I am."
The wizard looked at her with his clear blue eyes over his gold half- moon glasses. So much bitterness in such a young woman, he thought, but she can't entirely be blamed. She looked away from his intense gaze. He smiled under his thick beard. But she is still with us, she knows.
Before an uncomfortable silence could set in between them, he rose and, taking his cue, she followed suit. He walked around his ornate wooden desk and when he reached her, he held out his hand to her.
"Albus--I mean, Professor Dumbledore, I--" the witch began. Hesitatingly, she took his hand and shook it. Dumbledore smiled.
"Say no more. Welcome back to Hogwarts, Celeste."
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Ok, ok, I know it's short. Don't worry, it's only just begun. Please review! Thanks!(
Now for the disclaimer: I am not J.K. Rowling writing under a pen name. As such, I am much grieved to say that I do not own any of her characters or ideas, for that matter. Ho hum. Someday soon*sigh*
Okay, enjoy!
Chapter 1
A witch in her early thirties sat across a desk from an old wizard with long white hair and a white beard almost reaching the floor. Though she was a witch, she wore a neat maroon Muggle suit with a white blouse, giving the impression that she was there by accident more than anything. The wizard began to speak.
"Well, I'm glad you finally decided to take on this job, despite the er-that is to say, your circumstances."
The witch blinked. "Yeah, I guess it's the least I can do. I haven't exactly been around and helping our-I mean, your cause since-"
"Yes, my dear, I understand," answered the old one. "I know it was quite hard for you to accept what happened to your friends. Though I do wish to congratulate you. It seems you've learned to see beyond it."
"Maybe I have and maybe I haven't, " the witch almost snapped back. "What's it to you? You asked for me, you said I was needed, so here I am."
The wizard looked at her with his clear blue eyes over his gold half- moon glasses. So much bitterness in such a young woman, he thought, but she can't entirely be blamed. She looked away from his intense gaze. He smiled under his thick beard. But she is still with us, she knows.
Before an uncomfortable silence could set in between them, he rose and, taking his cue, she followed suit. He walked around his ornate wooden desk and when he reached her, he held out his hand to her.
"Albus--I mean, Professor Dumbledore, I--" the witch began. Hesitatingly, she took his hand and shook it. Dumbledore smiled.
"Say no more. Welcome back to Hogwarts, Celeste."
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Ok, ok, I know it's short. Don't worry, it's only just begun. Please review! Thanks!(