The Meeting
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"Come on in, my boy!" Dumbledore called cheerfully.
Harry entered the headmaster's room warily. His eyes constantly shifted around as if to expect some hidden thing to creep out and get him. The paranoid boy slowly strolled forward until he neared the headmaster's desk. Harry pulled up a chair but not before carefully inspecting the seat for any lurking prank.
Satisfied, he sat down and faced the headmaster.
"You called me Professor?" Harry asked impatiently. A creeping suspicion in the back of mind warned him to not trust anything.
"Just for a nice talk, my boy" Dumbledore replied grandly. His eyes were twinkling, and his smile seemed wider than his own good. The headmaster quickly waved his wand and two steaming cups of tea appeared on the desk. One for himself and the other for Harry.
"And sadly, for a tiny favor you see."
Harry arched an eyebrow and looked at the older wizard expectantly. The professor quickly pulled out a long parchment and a quill and placed them before him.
"Would you be so kind to sign this for me?"
Harry glanced at the paper before giving an exasperated sigh. He tiredly covered his face with his hands.
"Not my bank access once again professor, how many times have we talked about this?" Harry groaned.
The headmaster gave sorrowful look before replying, "I'm sorry my boy but I can't help it. I've been seeing a therapist for my condition. It appears to be a condition called manipulate-isis."
"Oh fudge it, why don't you drink your tea before leaving eh? I'll speak to your professors for any of your missed class time."
Harry stared at the cup suspiciously before leveling a glare at the professor.
"That's a love potion, isn't it."
Dumbledore gave a sheepish grin.
