Jak Armend Lorence was a man of many wisdoms and accomplishments. His biggest accomplishment was being named Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry at the age of 29. Being the youngest Headmaster in history, many either idolized him or sought to ruin him, saying that he was too young for such a high position. Even so, he did his job with a head held high and an air of confidence.
He walked down the winding halls of the ministry, his destination the Department of Racial Inspection. He stopped at a door at the end of the hall and hesitated a moment before shoving the door in and making a bold appearance into the empty room. Only one woman watched his brash behavior and she grimaced as he approached her.
"I feel no need to explain myself when you already have the knowledge of why I'm here."
The woman didn't seem to take this statement very well; she pointed her want at a quill that drilled information onto a pad of parchment before it folded itself up into a paper airplane and flew off into the back room.
Jak sighed and took a seat in one of the uncomfortable looking chairs along the wall. He waited nearly thirty minutes before the thud of footsteps was heard and a man emerged from the back, looking rather wired.
"Mister Lorence you know very well that we will not let her go to your school. She is under our observation and the results we are getting are not pleasing. What makes you think we're going to release a potentially dangerous being? And let her walk amongst other children, might I add?" The wired man had thin yellow hair that hung over his shoulders.
"Firstly, I do not approve of your keeping her here and using her as a lab rat…but if you are not getting results in this environment, what's stopping you from letting her learn and experience at Hogwarts? She'd be under my observation, of course. I doubt that I could not handle a single child."
The man flushed his face, but nodded. "I see your point, Jak. I shall speak with the head of the department but…I cannot assure anything."
Jak nodded and sat back in his chair, getting comfortable as he waited. He knew that it would be a long and complicated process and was prepared to wait it out.
Hours later, the girl in question's future education had been decided and worked out through tons of paperwork. The headmaster signed his name at the bottom of a page and stood, his chair screeching along the tiled floor of the head of the department's office.
Jak pulled an envelope out of his robes and gave the ministry worker's an inquisitive look. "I want to deliver this myself; may I go see the child?"
The men looked uncomfortable, but the headmaster seemed to be an agreeable man and before long he was walking even further into the department.
The premises in which the girl was being kept were highly guarded; Jak could feel the cold sting of dementors as he neared the end of the latest hallway. The stout man that was accompanying him produced a patronus charm that sent the dementors into a corner so that they could safely enter the room containing the girl.
Jak found himself in a tiny, dreary room with tiled floors, a single bed, and a small radio that sat on an unsteady-looking side table. Sitting on the bed was a beautiful young girl, almost prettier than any veela he had ever seen. She had orange-tinged hair that fell well past her waist and she had an exotic look to her that set her apart from any normal wizard. She looked tired and empty, possibly too thin although it was hard to tell if maybe that was just the way she was built.
"Hello Aura," Jak gave her a warm smile and sat himself down next to her on the small twin-sized bed. She blinked in response, but said nothing.
"Would you like to get out of here?"
She seemed more interested now. Aura nodded slowly, her unusual hair falling past her shoulders smoothly.
"I am here to personally invite you to my school where you will learn to master your magic using a wand. It is a much warmer place there than here," He added the last part as he rubbed his arms, the room was awfully cold.
"Is this another test?" Her voice was honey-smooth and dangerously cold.
"I'm happy to say that it is not," Jak handed her the envelope; "You are welcome at Hogwarts."
She still didn't seem excited; her gaze was tired as she proceeded to open the letter. It wasn't until she had read it twice through that a smile crept onto her face, making her breathtakingly beautiful.
"When can I go?" Anxiousness seeped out of her.
"School starts in two weeks, and assuming that you are planning to attend, you will need to get the items on that list and board the Hogwarts Express from platform nine and three quarters on the date specified."
"Thank you!" Aura threw her arms around the headmaster as tears of joy slid down her blemish-free cheeks.
Jak smiled and regretted leaving her behind, anxious that the school year would start so that he could ensure her happiness.