The Verbal Finger
By TheGracefulServant
AN: Second fanfic, first Harry Potter one ever posted. Be kind or not, flames will be used for chemical/ social experiments and marshmallow roasting. Having said that this is thinking, also still I have no beta. If interested PM me. Also, not blonde, or British, or rich, or a mother, therefore I don't own Harry Potter. Though Ms. Brown is mine. Please enjoy.
A witch walked out of Hogwarts, she floated her trunk in front of her and, judging by the look of barely concealed fury upon her face was more than ready to release a torrent of spells upon the next person to attract her ire. It was a rather cool spring evening, but the witch looked warm in her black muggle style sweater and blue jeans, sensible brown leather boots upon her feet and a blue and bronze scarf pulled her mahogany brown hair away from her face, around her neck a black mink lied looking very pissed off, mirroring its mistress's mood.
"Wait!" Came a cry from the castle behind her.
The witch did not wait as instructed but continued walking until forced to stop by the gates of Hogwarts. Now forced to wait the witch did so rather patiently until at last the man chasing her had caught up.
"Ms. Brown" said he in between pants. "I'm afraid" pant pant "that I cannot" pant pant "allow you to leave Hogwarts over a simple misunderstanding."
Ms. Brown sighed, while around her neck the mink had begun glaring at the man.
"Mr. Dumbledore," she began, "I came to Hogwarts to get an education that would allow me to follow my chosen career path, not to allow an insolent toe-rag with no care for how he treats his fellow students to attack me. Furthermore, I no longer have an obligation to remain here, nor do I wish to after the events that occurred earlier this evening, as I am no longer a student of Hogwarts after my acceptance to Ilvermorny."
Dumbledore frowned" Ms. Brown, surely you can see that your actions are unwarranted. I'm sure all that is required is a mutual apology."
He smiled then as if that settled the matter. Absently, Ms. Brown wondered if perhaps Dumbledore had been dropped on his head as a child. Or maybe it was the responsibility of being headmaster, supreme Mugwump, and defeater of Grindelwald that had done away with his sanity.
It was then with another sigh that the witch replied, shaking her head "No, Mr. Dumbledore I will not return to Hogwarts, nor will I apologize to that, that, "she paused for a moment trying to think of the correct wording "Boy." She fixed Dumbledore with a piercing glare.
"He tried to rape me, Mr. Dumbledore, and when I defended my honor I got detention, while he got a slap on the wrist."
She shook her head, "I've half a mind to go to the Board of Governors, but I doubt you'd change Mr. Dumbledore. Now then, if your going to stop me, try please, I'd love an excuse to hurt someone," she smiled at him then and he swore her teeth had turned to points. Even he mink looked like it was grinning. He shuddered, and the gates of Hogwarts opened behind her.
A flash of disappointment crossed her face before she nodded and whirled around on her heal, a sharp gesture of her left hand had her still levitating trunk following her out to the apparition point. Once there she nodded a goodbye and apparated away with a crack.
Hmm, thought Dumbledore, as he turned back toward the castle hardly noticing the gates closing behind him. Not entirely unexpected still rater frustrating such a shame Mr. Potter can't keep his hands to himself. Alas, there's still Ms. Evans.
With that the man known as Albus Dumbledore returned to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
FINIS