Chapter 7
"No," Minerva retorted to Albus, "I'll only be gone an hour, perhaps two while I resurrect her identity in Boston."
"In this instance, I am surprised at the notion but I find myself in agreement with Helena. You should tell her who Alexandria is and see where it goes."
"I'm afraid that is not an option Albus for innumerable reasons."
"Minerva…"
Her lips thinned as she turned around to fully face him, "No." Her voice brokering no room for argument, "I'm leaving after dinner at the Great Hall and will be back before the students' curfew."
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Hermione stared at the note penned in an unknown handwriting once more. It wasn't as though she didn't know the small phrase by heart anymore. Rather, quite the opposite.
What she was curious about was why she had received it. And how this person knew where Alexandria would be; when she had spent the better part of the past two weeks trying to find any information about the woman out only to find – practically nothing.
It was as if Alexandria was a ghost.
She had less of a footprint than even Minerva.
The paltry amount she had found out was that Alexandria was born in 1935; the same year as Minerva. She couldn't find a record of her attending Hogwarts, but that didn't mean that she didn't. The only additional information Hermione did manage to ascertain was that Alexandria worked for the Ministry as an Auror for several years and then she was listed as a contract employee for the Ministry of Magic.
Her finger flipped along the edge of the paper as the blurry lines came into focus once more – Alexandria MacClure will be visiting the Headmistress of Hogwarts tomorrow evening at 7pm prior to departing the country.
Almost as a second nature, her eyes snapped to the clock – she'd be there in less than an hour…if Hermione felt like speaking to her.
Hermione merely had to go to Hogwarts, knock on the door and find out exactly where Alexandria was going before the woman fell off the radar again. And from the scant records she had managed to unearth – if Alexandria went underground; it could be a decade before Hermione would be able to find her again.
Standing, Hermione made up her mind.
Because she couldn't afford to wait for 10 years to find Alexandria; at least not if she wanted some type of closure or more important understanding regarding Alexandria's desire to leave without so much as a good-bye.
And she couldn't help but wonder if it was because of how well they clicked; and she was afraid if they clicked that well that quick…perhaps she was scared…of what? Commitment?
Or something more?
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