Authors Note: All thing Harry Potter belong to JK Rowling, however, all or
most of the characters in this fanfic are part of the Role-play cast on the
Official Harry Potter Website boards.
Hope you enjoy!
Amber XxX
Chapter One
Stephanie Celeste sat looking out of her office window, staring at the clear blue sky. The air conditioning was broken again and everyone in the office was boiling hot. Steph wished so much to smash the window and let some fresh air in. She sighed as the office junior slapped another pile of spreadsheets on her desk, and then stalked off, without asking Steph if she wanted a cool glass of water. Steph was getting hotter by the minute, and the window was looking more and more tempting. Just a little crack would be enough to let some air in. Someone dropped their stationary tray halfway down the room, and Steph rolled her eyes as all the guys cheered loudly. She went back to staring hard at the window, almost willing it to crack. Just as someone else kicked the broken printer and cursed at the top of their voice, a strange thing happened. A tiny crack appeared in Steph's window. She sat up straight, eyes the size of teacups, and looked around to see if anyone had noticed. The crack started to spread, slowly at first and then faster, making the bloodcurdling sound, like someone scratching their nails down a blackboard. The office went silent. Everyone stared at Steph as the crack spread like a spiders web over the window. "It wasn't me!" She whispered weakly, barely audible over the horrible screeching noise. And then, with a loud explosion, the window shattered, glass flying everywhere. The office occupants screamed and dived under their desks. Only Steph was left standing, a gentle breeze moving her long, dark hair, as she gaped, open mouthed and wide eyed at the hole where her window had been. "It wasn't me," She whispered to herself. "Was it?"
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She slammed her apartment door shut angrily and dumped her shopping bags angrily on the sofa. They had fired her. The Boss had called her into his office after the window incident. Steph hated the Boss. A fat man in his mid forties with wobbling jowls and an irritating habit of talking to a woman's cleavage, instead of her face. He also never remembered Steph's correct name and called her Susannah all the time. She had walked warily into the office, pulling the neck of her top up as far as it would go, and sat down in the chair opposite the Boss, who looked sternly at her. "Susannah," He started. "I never thought I would see the day when you would destroy office property," Steph started to protest, but the Boss silenced her with a wave of his flabby hand. "That window, Susannah, will cost a lot to repair. The only course of action I can take is to fire you! Go on! Out!" She had left and headed straight to the pub. Steph turned on the TV as she heated up some leftover Chinese. She was just about to settle down to watch Jerry Springer when there was a loud knock at the door. Exasperated, Steph got up to answer it, her bunny slippered feet scraping across the carpet, and flung the door open. Standing in the doorway was an old man, but no ordinary old man. This one was dressed in robes of purple, decorated with moons and stars that actually seemed to glow with their own magical light, and he wore half moon spectacles. The old man smiled at the dumfounded expression on Steph's face, and held out his hand. "Miss Stephanie Celeste?" he asked in a pleasant voice. A speechless Steph nodded ditzily. "My name is Albus Dumbledore," he said. Steph just stared. The old man smiled again. "Would you mind if I came in?" Steph, finding her voice at last said, "Yes, of course. I'm sorry," and stepped aside to let him pass, before closing the door again. Dumbledore sat down on Steph's comfy sofa, avoiding the takeout cartons and bottles of Mountain Dew, and cleared his throat. "Miss Celeste, I have learned that you blew up a window this afternoon.." "I DID NOT!!!" Shouted Steph, interrupting Dumbledore in mid sentence. Dumbledore smiled at the annoyed young woman. "Actually Miss Celeste, you did," He held up his hand to stop her interrupting again. " You, Stephanie Celeste........are a witch!" " A WHAAAAAAT????" "Witch. Bearer of magical powers," Dumbledore said. "It has escaped our notice for a number of years, and for that I apologise. You should have been a fully qualified witch by now," A look of utter confusion crossed Steph's face, and she briefly glanced around the room, checking for hidden cameras, before turning back to Dumbledore and saying, "Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa?" The patience of Albus Dumbledore wavered a little but swiftly recovered, and he took another deep breath. "Miss Celeste, the magical community is hidden from the 'normal' otherwise known as 'muggle' world. I am the headmaster of Hogwarts School for Witchcraft and Wizardry. Since you possess magical powers, you had the right to attend this school at eleven years of age. However, the fact that you had magical powers went unnoticed until this afternoon when you blew up that window." He paused as comprehension dawned on Steph's face. " Since you are too old to attend Hogwarts as a student, I was wondering if you would like to learn the magical arts, by way of a Teacher's Aid?" Steph needed no second bidding. "Yes please!" She answered.
Hope you enjoy!
Amber XxX
Chapter One
Stephanie Celeste sat looking out of her office window, staring at the clear blue sky. The air conditioning was broken again and everyone in the office was boiling hot. Steph wished so much to smash the window and let some fresh air in. She sighed as the office junior slapped another pile of spreadsheets on her desk, and then stalked off, without asking Steph if she wanted a cool glass of water. Steph was getting hotter by the minute, and the window was looking more and more tempting. Just a little crack would be enough to let some air in. Someone dropped their stationary tray halfway down the room, and Steph rolled her eyes as all the guys cheered loudly. She went back to staring hard at the window, almost willing it to crack. Just as someone else kicked the broken printer and cursed at the top of their voice, a strange thing happened. A tiny crack appeared in Steph's window. She sat up straight, eyes the size of teacups, and looked around to see if anyone had noticed. The crack started to spread, slowly at first and then faster, making the bloodcurdling sound, like someone scratching their nails down a blackboard. The office went silent. Everyone stared at Steph as the crack spread like a spiders web over the window. "It wasn't me!" She whispered weakly, barely audible over the horrible screeching noise. And then, with a loud explosion, the window shattered, glass flying everywhere. The office occupants screamed and dived under their desks. Only Steph was left standing, a gentle breeze moving her long, dark hair, as she gaped, open mouthed and wide eyed at the hole where her window had been. "It wasn't me," She whispered to herself. "Was it?"
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She slammed her apartment door shut angrily and dumped her shopping bags angrily on the sofa. They had fired her. The Boss had called her into his office after the window incident. Steph hated the Boss. A fat man in his mid forties with wobbling jowls and an irritating habit of talking to a woman's cleavage, instead of her face. He also never remembered Steph's correct name and called her Susannah all the time. She had walked warily into the office, pulling the neck of her top up as far as it would go, and sat down in the chair opposite the Boss, who looked sternly at her. "Susannah," He started. "I never thought I would see the day when you would destroy office property," Steph started to protest, but the Boss silenced her with a wave of his flabby hand. "That window, Susannah, will cost a lot to repair. The only course of action I can take is to fire you! Go on! Out!" She had left and headed straight to the pub. Steph turned on the TV as she heated up some leftover Chinese. She was just about to settle down to watch Jerry Springer when there was a loud knock at the door. Exasperated, Steph got up to answer it, her bunny slippered feet scraping across the carpet, and flung the door open. Standing in the doorway was an old man, but no ordinary old man. This one was dressed in robes of purple, decorated with moons and stars that actually seemed to glow with their own magical light, and he wore half moon spectacles. The old man smiled at the dumfounded expression on Steph's face, and held out his hand. "Miss Stephanie Celeste?" he asked in a pleasant voice. A speechless Steph nodded ditzily. "My name is Albus Dumbledore," he said. Steph just stared. The old man smiled again. "Would you mind if I came in?" Steph, finding her voice at last said, "Yes, of course. I'm sorry," and stepped aside to let him pass, before closing the door again. Dumbledore sat down on Steph's comfy sofa, avoiding the takeout cartons and bottles of Mountain Dew, and cleared his throat. "Miss Celeste, I have learned that you blew up a window this afternoon.." "I DID NOT!!!" Shouted Steph, interrupting Dumbledore in mid sentence. Dumbledore smiled at the annoyed young woman. "Actually Miss Celeste, you did," He held up his hand to stop her interrupting again. " You, Stephanie Celeste........are a witch!" " A WHAAAAAAT????" "Witch. Bearer of magical powers," Dumbledore said. "It has escaped our notice for a number of years, and for that I apologise. You should have been a fully qualified witch by now," A look of utter confusion crossed Steph's face, and she briefly glanced around the room, checking for hidden cameras, before turning back to Dumbledore and saying, "Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa?" The patience of Albus Dumbledore wavered a little but swiftly recovered, and he took another deep breath. "Miss Celeste, the magical community is hidden from the 'normal' otherwise known as 'muggle' world. I am the headmaster of Hogwarts School for Witchcraft and Wizardry. Since you possess magical powers, you had the right to attend this school at eleven years of age. However, the fact that you had magical powers went unnoticed until this afternoon when you blew up that window." He paused as comprehension dawned on Steph's face. " Since you are too old to attend Hogwarts as a student, I was wondering if you would like to learn the magical arts, by way of a Teacher's Aid?" Steph needed no second bidding. "Yes please!" She answered.