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Chapter 3

Here she was sucked in again. Two years of self-control and restrain thrown away in a day. How did she let herself fall so low? She was furious and all she wanted was to get that anger out. She kicked the wall next to her in rage.

-ouch, she cried hopping with her left feet in her hands, that was stupid

She managed to sit down on the floor and got her wand out.

-Ferula, she incanted

She sighed as the pain was subsiding. With the pain her anger seemed to vanish too, leaving place for sadness to take over. What was she going to do? She stood up and started walking. There was only one thing she could do. She needed sound wisdom. She left her room and went down to the first floor, hoping to find him in his office. She was nervous. She didn't really know what she was going to say, but she refused to rehearse it. When she prepared a speech, it often came out in the oddest forms. It was so early; it seemed that not a soul was up yet. She wasn't worried, he always woke up early. Sometimes she wondered if the old man ever sleeps. She arrived in front of the triangular door and gently knocked twice.

-Enter, said a voice on the other side of the door

She came in and smiled at her favourite professor, who graciously smiled back. He was sited in his chair behind a massive wooden table. There was a feather and parchment placed in front of him, which led her to believe he was writing. He was wearing a robe of light red colour with golden embroidery, probably a reference to his house. Though he was the headmaster of Gryffindor and she was in Ravenclaw, Shirley always considered Dumbledore as her favourite teacher. Besides, she didn't care much for the houses pride and rivalry. She would have been as happy to be in any other house, except Slytherin because she hated creepiness, and maybe not Hufflepuff either because she wasn't very outdoorsy, and certainly not Gryffindor as she had not an ounce of courage in her. Well, guess she was well suited in Ravenclaw after all.

-Miss Elliot, what a wonderful surprise, exclaimed the man in front of her

-Good morning professor, she said, I am sorry to disturb you so early in the morning.

-Please, replied professor Dumbledore, I am always happy to see you. Take a sit.

She smiled and sat, feeling guilty that she didn't visit him more during the Holidays.

-How are you professor? She asked, how is Fawkes?

-He is wonderful, went for breakfast, he answered looking at the opened window, he eats a lot more since his last regeneration. How are you doing miss?

-I am doing well professor, she replied

-Would you care for some sweet? He offered, I have some acid pops, sherbet lemon and some Fizzing Whizzbees.

-No thank you professor, she denied

Shirley played with her fingers nervously trying to find the right words.

-actually professor, I am here because I wanted to talk to you about something.

He quietly smiled at her and nodded her head for her to continue.

-I had one, another one, she corrected, about this boy. I tried to stay away from him but he wouldn't leave me alone, so I tried to get rid of him but instead it made it worst. So now I have this thing in my head and it won't go away and I don't know what to do with it.

Dumbledore eyes glimmered with concern

-Miss Elliot may I suggest something to you? Perhaps a solution? He inquired

-of course professor

-You have a gift Miss Elliot, he announced, you can't keep denying it. You have to give it a chance.

-this doesn't feel anything like a gift. Knowing is a curse, she protested, I don't want any part of it

-Sometimes by trying to avoid something we end up triggering it.

-I'll be very careful, I managed to stay away for two years, she pleaded, I am sure I can do it, I just need to me more cautious.

-perhaps it's because you are looking at it from the wrong angle. What you have it is not merely an ability to control; it could also be power to save a life, help someone in need. If you change your perception you might find a way out from your dilemma.

Shirley sighed; she should have known it was a bad idea to come to Dumbledore.