Tamblin Demosthene and the Unwanted Remembrance
Tamblin stared at the floor of Dumbledore's office trying to put everything in order in his mind. Dumledore stepped quietly into the office.
"They should be here momentarily," he said.
Tamblin nodded somberly.
There was a rapping sound from the brass griffin door knocker. Tamblin wasn't sure how much time had passed. Dumbledore went to open the door. Tamblin turned in his chair and saw a square jawed older witch followed by a round man in the most grotesque clothing.
"Thank you for coming," Dumbledore said simply. The oddly dressed man scowled.
"What's this all about, Dumbledore? Your message said it was urgent we come tonight."
While the man whipped off his green bowler hat, the witch was sizing up Tamblin through a monocle carefully perched on her broad cheek. She had a shrewd look in her eye and vaguely familiar features.
"I believe I should leave that up to young Tamblin here to answer," Dumbledore replied. He turned to Tamblin. "Tamblin Demosthene I'd like to introduce the Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge, and the head of Magical Law Enforcement, Amelia Bones."
Tamblin was caught off guard. "Bones? I know a Susan… nevermind. Minister Fudge, Madam Bones, I am turning myself in."
Fudge looked bewildered.
Madam Bones just nodded and said, "under-age use of magic outside of school, and much more importantly, magical assault on a fellow student. I got the message just before leaving for Dumbledore's summon. You've saved the Aurors the trouble of finding you. The Wizengamot will take your voluntary surrender into account at your trial." She turned to address Dumbledore. "You have relieved him of his wand, I presume?"
"I have not, Amelia, the situation is somewhat more complicated. I recommend that we discuss it here rather than before the Wizengamot."
"You know the law, Dumbledore," she said.
"Indeed and I have tried to uphold it. But allowances must sometimes be made that justice is served even if the law is not."
Mrs. Bones seemed to be weighing Dumbledore's opinion carefully.
"Additionally I believe the Ministry has reason not to want this case before the full Wizengamot."
Fudge looked startled at Dumbledore's words. Then he looked at Tamblin with dawning comprehension.
"Ah, Yes. I think if the Chief Wizard of the Wizengamot says we should have a… preliminary hearing then we should take his advice. You don't object, do you, Amelia?"
Mrs. Bones nodded. "Very well. Shall we go to my office?"
Tamblin interjected, "We need to do it here."
Dumbledore turned and opened a cupboard. A silver glow came from within.
"You have to see what happened for yourself."
