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Rose Lalonde was a most curious individual.
Her mysterious message had caused quite the stir amongst the students and staff.
The aged Headmaster remembered vividly his first meeting with her.
Walking back to his office from a late staff meeting he'd been contemplating who to hire for the post of divination teacher when that ministry toad inevitably sacked poor Sybil, lest she be replaced with another ministry crony.
Passing the gargoyle that guarded the entrance and ascending the slowly ascending circular staircase, he was startled to see a faint light shining out from the underneath the closed door to his office. The light illuminating the hallway. He was sure he'd doused all the lights before he left and he knew it was almost impossible for anyone to enter without his permission and certainly the castle wards would have alerted him to any intruder trying to sneak in. Much more awake now than he was a minute ago, Albus Dumbledore straightened up wand in hand at his side.
Opening the door without a sound, he found that the entrance to the room as he'd left it.
Curiously the light didn't seem to be man made in nature; defiantly not the result of flickering candles or oil lamps which he might have forgotten to put out. Instead, it was more like the rays of an afternoon sun, lacking only the accompanying warmth. Another oddity was its brightness - it was no dimmer or brighter now than it was in the hallway, and its reach extended only to him. The bookshelves around him were still draped in shadow, but the path ahead was clear.
Perhaps the work of a spell of some kind he mused to himself?
Continuing forward into the room he came to a stop at sudden presence of another person.
He allowed himself to relax somewhat at the lack of obvious malevolence she exuded.
"Hello, Professor Dumbledore," the girl spoke from the comfortable armchair he sometime liked to read in where she lounged with languorous grace. A pale hand tucked a lock of jaw-length pale silk hair behind an ear while the other closed the thick tome she'd been reading and set it on the table beside her. Not a single lit lamp or candle was in sight, but the gentle light almost seemed to envelop the room.
Her clothing was not the typical garb of most witches or muggles, perhaps more in line with something he might normally wear if he were a female; a short-sleeved orange gold dress long and flowing slit on each side to reveal orange leggings and an odd curling hood that fell down her back. On her chest was displayed prominently was a symbol, a yellow sun with wavy tendrils. Dainty blue shoes covered her feet, the blue a startling contrast to the prevalent orange and gold.
Startling lavender eyes peered from a face framed artfully with pale blond hair, lips boldly painted black.
Overall, she didn't look like she could be much older than twenty, but despite her youthful looks he had trouble pinning her age.
Bringing himself out of his musings lest he be rude, even if the one he addressed had appeared uninvited within his office, he listened as she finished before returned her greeting.
"I offer my apologies for the unexpected visit, but I am afraid that this is something that is required to happen sooner rather than later, you see I wish to apply for the soon to be vacated position of Divination Professor ."
Contemplating what had just been said he lowered himself down at his desk gazing at her over the rims of his glasses, "you seem to have me at a disadvantage my dear, you know my name but I do not know yours, and if I may ask how is it you know of the soon to be unfortunate sacking of Hogwart's current professor for the subject?"
Her eyes conveyed perfect sincerity, "ah how rude of me, you must forgive me, my name is Rose Lalonde and I am a seer."
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AN: What should Rose's boggart be? It'll be showing up later in the story, so review with your thoughts and ideas.