Ronaldo Wentworth

"What's in your bag?" Annabeth gestured to the Satchel slung over Lafayette's shoulder. "It's tools to subdue you, in case you were going to put up a fight" Annabeth frowned "Really?" He offered her an apologetic smile "It was necessary madam" The duo climbed the steps of the main hall into Hogwarts. It was majestic to say the least, old stone welded together by magic and time. The high ceilings and courtyard were beautiful, light snowflakes drifted and settled onto the white blanket, joining the mass of other bits that had fallen before them. More stairs, hallway? Stairs. Archway to a sidewalk? It lead to a staircase. Staircase? Up, up, up as far as you could go. Finally the two parted ways, "The door in front of you is the headmaster's office, the password is Honeyduke" Upon the last word the eagle creaked opened to what? More stairs. "Motherfu-" Lafayette cut her off "Language, if you ever need a friend, come by the Defence against the dark arts classroom, we'll share a cup of tea" Annabeth nodded, and started to ascend the next flight of stairs.

"Annabeth Heymen, or now Annabeth Dunn" Ronald only briefly looked up from his desk."Why did you change your name?" Annabeth was getting angrier by the second. Angry that he still seemed to care about her, that she was the one who stopped writing him, that she saw Fiona in him. "Darling I'm making people more comfortable, there's been nothing but old rich white headmasters and mistresses for millennia. Racism still exists, even in the wizarding world" Annabeth started pacing around the room, inspecting and fiddling with things to calm her nerves, and to blow off steam. "Uncle you should never change yourself to make others comfortable. Be who you are, if people don't like it that's their problem." Wentworth's eyes sparkled. "You still have that crack of lightning in you child, heart of a Gryffindor, mind of a Ravenclaw, soul of a Hufflepuff, and tongue of a Slytherin. "That's rich coming from a Thunderbird. You can't hide it, both of our lives are full of lies" Annabeth turned with a black hourglass in her hands, the sand stopped in the middle. "Why did you bring me here Uncle? You could have left me at the Ministry but you didn't. Why?" Ronaldo's eyes were full of pain fused together with kindness and grief. "Because contrary to your beliefs I still care about you, and I love you like Fiona did" Annabeth slammed the hourglass onto a table whipping around, her eyes swirling with a brutal cocktail of hurt, grief, guilt, and anger. "Don't talk about her!" Her voice shook, and Ronaldo knew her anger was shield for her true feelings. " I know it hurts, Annabeth you need a healthy way to deal with your feelings." Annabeth took a step forward, a wind started consuming the office, books flew open, bric-a-brac were knocked off their shelves, the portraits of past headmasters fled to another part of the castle. "I don't need anything, especially from you". Thunder clapped and Ronaldo lazily looked up, the tower was developing it's own personal hurricane. "Annabeth you have a lot of emotion, and power. You need rest, and a meal. We'll continue this conversation tomorrow." Annabeth felt her anger dissipate, she felt all of her energy leave her body, and her eyelids grow heavy. "This isn't over!" Annabeth sunk to her knees, she heaved one last breath as she plummeted into unconsciousness.

Groggy. She opened her eyes, then closed them. Tired. She tried again, her vision letting in a room, she was in a bed. "Food" Her stomach roared. Annabeth slowly opened her sleep crusted eyes, she looked around, the walls were decorated with portraits, and posters. Quidditch teams and rock singers she couldn't remember the names to, she was in Ronaldo's room, remembering the exchange last night she felt a stab of shame and regret. She was reckless and emotional. She'd said a lot of things she didn't mean, she was angry. It was no excuse, everyone knows with every jive, jab, and jest. Every insult, and harsh word had some crystal of truth she was ashamed she'd let those thoughts and emotions get to her. Fiona, she hates it when people talked about her, they never knew her, not like Annabeth did. In reality she was lonely, melancholy, and bitter. She resented her brother, her husband, and her sister for leaving her. She was so alone, then she met Annabeth. A girl who had so much to give, to love and was the same as her. Lonely, bitter, angry at the world. Annabeth was her daughter, nothing would stand in between her and her love for her Fiona was gone, and annabeth was as bitter as ever. She threw her legs over the bed, she was still in her clothes from yesterday, wrinkling her nose she found her bag, rummaging through it she pulled out clean clothes with a sigh of relief. She changed quickly and examined the room, there were two doors, one she assumed was a closet, the other had to be the exit. She stepped forward as the door on the left swung open, Ronaldo stood in the door frame, "You''re up? Good, come get some breakfast" Ronaldo left the room, which was good, because Annabeth was walking towards his closet.

Annabeth wasn't blind, she saw the stares and looks of the kids staying at Hogwarts over the holidays. The no-maj looking girl walking side by side with the headmaster. Annabeth had to take some time to take the great hall in, four huge tables took up most of the room, with giant christmas trees occupying more space. "Take some food, today is going to be a long day" Annabeth took some toast, she wasn't very hungry after that ominus comment. "You're going to be going to Diagon alley with professor Lafayette, you need robes if you're going to be attending our school. You have all the books, and supplies you need but your Ilvermony robes won't do." Annabeth nodded. "Do you have Fiona's key?" Annabeth nodded. "Headmaster I'd like to apologize for last night. I have no excuse, but i'm sorry." Wentworth nodded. "It's alright" "headmaster!" "Ah Monsieur Lafayette! Miss Dunn is ready for you" Annabeth smiled "Ready when you are Simon" Wentworth raised an eyebrow, "Lafayette seemed to concede. "I didn't tell her" He held his arm out to her "We're going to apparate. It's much faster" Annabeth slung her satchel across her chest. "Let's go"