In response to the guest review, I will include pronunciations of difficult names below along with a brief description of where the name came from and what it means.

Pronunciations:

Adeliz is pronounced a-de-liz or aw- dell- liz . It is a variant of the name Adelaide which means noble kind. It is of old German origin and became popular after the reign of William IV and Queen Adelaide (1830-37). There was also the city of Adelaide in Austria that was named after the queen in 1836. Of the name there are 57 variant forms. (Alice, Adele, Heidi, ect.)

Two-Faced Dogs
Chapter 1
"Befuddles"

October 3, 1941

Professor Armado Dippet was a strict man. Being headmaster of Hogwarts he had to be. With hoards of hormonal adolescents with magical abilities wandering the halls he had to rein in the more rambunctious students. Being strict was part of the job description. He couldn't be lax, especially when it pertained to a certain Adeliz Burke.

She was most definitely one of the most problematic students in the school. If it wasn't some 'harmless prank' gone wrong, it was talking back to her professors or skipping classes all together. She was without a shadow of a doubt a Slytherin. This however was not to say that she didn't have any redeeming qualities. Despite her quite frankly horrid test scores, Adeliz was remarkably gifted with spells; a prodigy almost. It took her only a few minutes to perform spells that takes the other students hours. Dippet deemed that she was actually quite intelligent and yet it was her blatant laziness that was holding her back.

Oddly enough Headmaster Dippet and Miss Burke actually got along rather well. In fact Headmaster Dippet was one of the only other staff members to have taken a liking to the student. Besides Professor Dumbledore, none of the other teachers cared much for her presence.

"Ah, yes Miss Burke come in," Dippet spoke interrupting the silence of the office sparing at brief glance at the door way before returning to the stack of papers on his desk. Adeliz stepped into the room as he requested. Her bronze wavy locks were mused haphazardly into a French braid with several of the strands falling out along the way and her Syltherin uniform was disheveled. The green and silver was tie tied loosely around her neck and her collar was undone. This was a typical occurrence for her, as much as her Professors may try Adeliz had always found a way to disregard the dress code. Dippet paid her no mind however as she crossed the distance of the room to a drink trolley and proceeded to pour two cups of Earl Grey; he had long since grown used to her antics.

"Two sugars?" She asked politely.

Dippet glanced up then. "Yes. If you don't mind," he retorted.

Adeliz plopped two sugar cubes in each cup. The amber liquid rippled as she did so, splashing against the sides of the porcelain teacups. She took a second to admire the delicate brushstrokes on the side. There painted was a picture of two people dressed in colonial style, a man and a woman, sitting on a grassy bank. The rest of the cup was decked out in blue and gold leaf patterns that juxtaposed nicely with the white porcelain. "These are Limoges are they not?" She inquired curiously.

Dippet's eyes flickered to the cup in her hands, "Yes, they just came in yesterday."

"Did that chair come in yesterday as well?" She gestured over to an intricately carved chair in the corner. It was placed seemingly out of the way; in fact most students didn't even notice it and if they did they wouldn't have realized that it had been replaced. The chair that sat there now was almost identical to the previous one, only a well trained eye or someone who came into the office frequently would notice the subtle changes.

Of course Dippet wasn't all that surprised that Adeliz of all people had taken notice. After all she had noticed the tea cups already and she certainly frequented the office more than most. There was all the detail that the Burke family was well versed in antiquities and much like her parents she far from ignorant about the subject. "I like it," she continued when Dippet didn't answer, "It seems much more—" she paused looking for the right word, "level than the previous one. The last one always seemed a little disproportionate in the legs."

Dippet was quiet for a moment letting her words sink in as he studied the chair. "You're in here far too much," he remarked.

Adeliz scoffed, "That's your call not mine." She picked up the saucers and walked over to the desk setting down one of the teas and sliding it over to the Headmaster.

Headmaster Dippet was an aging man. His once strong build had started to become frail and tired. The stress of the war was really starting to show. Adeliz knew as much, even in the last few years his hair had become greyer and his face gaunt with frown lines and wrinkles. Despite this she could still see the proud line of his nose, the stern look in his eyes, and the determination that was written in the firm press of lips that was no doubt obscured by his long pointy beard. He was still the same old Dippet that commanded the respect of his students. But even though Adeliz respected the man she couldn't help the amused smile that tugged at the corners of her mouth as she watched him pick up the tiny cup daintily in his large hands and take a sip.

The both of them were quiet for a moment sipping their tea. Adeliz waiting for Dippet to begin began to study the leaf patterns on her saucer. She indubitably knew what the meeting was about. She knew it wouldn't have taken long for the news of her 'outburst' in Professor Slughorn's class yesterday to reach his ears. "There is something that befuddles me—"

"Befuddles," she giggled, "I'm sorry that word just makes me laugh. Please continue Professor Dippet."

He studied her to make sure she wasn't going to interrupt before he continued. "As I was saying," he began again, "there is something that perplexes me about you Miss Burke. You are not a bad witch. You are not stupid either. However none of this can explain to me to your blatant disrespect you seem to have for your teachers."

"I respect you. I respect Professor Dumbledore," she replied lamely.

"Yes you do," he agreed, "but we're not here about me or Professor Dumbledore now are we?"

"I understand that my actions in class yesterday were not agreeable. But I regret to say that I'm not remorseful of my words only their delivery," she admitted, "Everything I said I meant. I won't take it back."

"No one would expect you too. Nevertheless there is a time and place for criticism, but during class, surrounded by other students is not one of them," he told her.

Adeliz nodded numbly, "I understand. I'm sorry."

Dippet sighed. "It's not me you need to apologize to," he said.

"I know."

He regarded the girl tiredly as she sat dejected in her chair. "As for your punishment, how does scrubbing toilets sound?"

She cringed, "disgusting."

Dippet laughed at her response and Adeliz lips twitched up humorously.

Author's Note:

So apparently three of you have spoken and I will continue to update this story. These chapters are shorter than I normally write. Typically I write anywhere from 4,000 to 10,000 words per chapter, but lately I've been busy and fighting writers block so... That's not to say that these chapters won't get longer, they probably will when I have more time and energy to write longer chapters. Until then I'll probably stick with these 1,000 word chapters and just publish more of them, its not like I'm actually cutting any content out.