Chapter 4: Headmasters and realisations
"Angelina Johnson, you get back here right now!" Alicia ordered, breathless from racing down the corridors after her friend.
"Leave me alone!" the other girl cried, spinning around to face them. "I just want to be alone, can't you see? I need to get my head around the situation and I can't think with accusations and the like being thrown this way and that!"
"What situation?" Katie screamed back. "Angelina, you tell us what is going on this instant!" Instead of answering her, Angelina reached into her robes and pulled out her wand, pointing it at her friends.
"Go back to the commonroom-" she ordered softly.
"Angelina!" Alicia gasped. "What on earth do you think you're doing?"
"Yes, Miss Johnson- what do you think you're doing?" Professor McGonagall clad in a bathrobe and fluffy slippers stepped out from behind the statue that was obviously hiding her bedchamber. "Give me your wand now, Angelina, and follow me to Professor Dumbledores office." Hanging her head in shame, Angelina handed it over and walked slowly behind her towards her Headmasters office. Watching on in astonishment, Katie sunk to her knees, tears streaming down her face.
"Come on Katie," Alicia said softly, helping her to her feet. "There's nothing we can do now."
"Who was that, Leesh? Because it sure as hell wasn't my Angie-"
"Fred!" Alicia breathed suddenly before turning and running as fast as she could.
"No it wasn't Fred!" Katie replied in confusion. Rolling her eyes, Alicia doubled back, grabbing her friend's wrist and pulling her along.
"I know! That wasn't what I meant," she explained hastily. "Fred might know why she's so – well, not her."
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Professor McGonagall marched briskly up the halls, Angelina stumbling after her in a daze.
*"What the hell did I do that for? They're my friends and I- oh God, I'm a horrible person!"* Silently, a tear slid down her face. Suddenly Professor McGonagall stopped short, nearly causing Angelina to bump into her.
"Cockroach cluster," she said to a stone Gargoyle, anger lacing her icy tone. Immediately, the statue sprung to life, leaping to the side and motioning for the 2 of them to enter. Turning, McGonagall surveyed the trembling girl in front of her. "This is where I leave you Miss Johnson. I trust that you shall tell Professor Dumbledore the truth about what happened." And with that, turned again and marched off in the direction they'd just come from. Drawing a quivering breath, Angelina walked forward into her headmaster's office.
"Well- I must say Angelina, I never expected to see you here," a voice said from the shadows of the dimly lit room. Suddenly the fire in the hearth started up, sending it's flickering light into the corners of the room. Angelina felt her brow furrow in confusion, for although she'd distinctly heard his voice, Dumbledore was nowhere to be found.
"Sir?" she asked quietly, trembling even harder.
"I am truly sorry for this Angelina," he said, and she was surprised to hear a note of amusement in his voice. "Professor Flikwick needed to try out a spell he was planning to teach the 6th year students, and, as you can see-" he chuckled a little at his own joke "- it didn't exactly go to plan. Professor Snape is in the dungeons right now preparing the cure for this."
"Uh- do you mean to say that you're invisible? What was the spell supposed to do?"
"Wouldn't know myself, Miss Johnson-" his voice answered cheerily, as a quill picked itself up and seemed to hover in mid air. "I'm afraid Professor Flikwick never got around to telling me. Tea?"
"Yes thanks –" she answered absent mindedly, gazing around at her surroundings disbelievingly. In one corner of the room, a beautiful bird with bright scarlet and gold plumage was sitting on a perch. "Sir, is that a-" she faltered.
"Phoenix? Why yes Miss Johnson, 5 points to Griffindor for your knowledge of Magical creatures," she could almost hear him smiling.
"Sir, you do realise that I'm not just here for a cup of tea don't you?" she asked, her gaze dropping from the beautiful bird to the ground.
"Of course- Ah, professor Snape! With the potion, I trust," he said suddenly, interrupting himself. Snape strode into the room, carrying a goblet full of a silvery substance.
"Of course Professor – What's she doing here?" he asked, quickly dropping his greasy manner as he spotted Angelina cowering in the corner.
"Miss Johnson is here at my invitation. Why thankyou Severus," he said as the goblet emptied. Angelina watched in amazement as a shimmering shadow of her headmaster appeared behind the massive oak table. Finally, Professor Dumbledore stood up, completely solid except for his fingers {which were still semi-transparent} and handed Snape the empty goblet. "I'll see you at breakfast, Severus-" he said pointedly.
"Yes, Professor-" he smirked, shooting Angelina a look of pure hatred and backing out of the room again. Dumbledore turned to Angelina and sighed.
"Sit down Miss Johnson, and tell me why Minerva- I mean, Professor McGonagall- thought it necessary to bring you to my office at this early hour of the morning." Angelina swallowed hard, fighting to keep back the tears that had inadvertently sprung to her eyes and sat down slowly into the comfortable armchair that Dumbledore had conjured for her to sit in.
"Where do I start? I disobeyed school rules by leaving the commonroom before 7, woke up half the school by yelling at my friends and then, to top it all off, threatened them at wand point," she said, not able to bring herself to look at him.
"Why?" he asked softly, but instead of sounding angry or disappointed, he sounded- well- interested.
"Because I had a dream-," she said bitterly. "I risked my friends, my place at Hogwarts, and my position as prefect because I had a dream." Dumbledore stared at her, his intensely blue eyes searching her face.
"This dream, Miss Johnson- it didn't happen to involve a certain red headed beater on your team did it?" Angelina started, her head snapping up so she was looking directly into his face.
"Wh- wh- why would you say that, sir?" she stammered, her face turning a dull shade of red.
"Because, as the saying goes- love is blind," he smiled.
"Love would have to be stupid too-" she murmured before the full impact of his words sank in. "LOVE? Oh no no no no no! Professor Dumbledore you have it all wrong. I don't love Fred Weasley-"
"Then how did you know I wasn't talking about George?" he asked evenly, smiling at her. Angelina opened her mouth to protest, when suddenly it hit her. She did love him.
"Oh God, what've I done?" she mumbled, putting her face in her hands.
"Of course, I can't let you off for everything, Miss Johnson. I think that 2 nights detention should do the trick, don't you?" he asked.
"Yessir," she whispered.
"Your first detention will be served tonight, in the trophy room and I'll inform you as to when the second will be held. Now, I think that if you go outside, you'll find 3 very worried friends of yours- and I also think that they deserve an apology. And an explanation." Angelina grinned broadly and walked hurriedly towards the corridor.
"Of course sir. And Professor?" she asked, turning in the doorway.
"Yes, Miss Johnson?" Dumbledore replied, looking up from the pile of papers that had appeared on his desk.
"Thanks- for your help and everything," she said softly.
"Anytime, Miss Johnson. Remember, 7 o'clock sharp tonight in the trophy room," he reminded her gently.
"Wouldn't miss it for the world," she joked before leaping out of the hole. Dumbledore chuckled quietly to himself, picking up his quill and starting to sign the papers, but a few seconds later, a rustle of wings disturbed him and he looked up just as the phoenix landed on his arm.
"What do you think, Fawkes?" he smiled. "Think I did the right thing by making her realise?" The bird opened his beak and softly sang to the tune of the wedding march, his sweet voice filling the room with a sudden warmth.
"Not yet, Fawkes- one day, yes- but not yet," Dumbledore laughed gently.
A/N: Completely fluffy chapter. This chapter's for Amanda Mana Phoenix and the rest of you who reviewed. Keep those reviews coming! Thanx
Kisses, Coolchick207
"Angelina Johnson, you get back here right now!" Alicia ordered, breathless from racing down the corridors after her friend.
"Leave me alone!" the other girl cried, spinning around to face them. "I just want to be alone, can't you see? I need to get my head around the situation and I can't think with accusations and the like being thrown this way and that!"
"What situation?" Katie screamed back. "Angelina, you tell us what is going on this instant!" Instead of answering her, Angelina reached into her robes and pulled out her wand, pointing it at her friends.
"Go back to the commonroom-" she ordered softly.
"Angelina!" Alicia gasped. "What on earth do you think you're doing?"
"Yes, Miss Johnson- what do you think you're doing?" Professor McGonagall clad in a bathrobe and fluffy slippers stepped out from behind the statue that was obviously hiding her bedchamber. "Give me your wand now, Angelina, and follow me to Professor Dumbledores office." Hanging her head in shame, Angelina handed it over and walked slowly behind her towards her Headmasters office. Watching on in astonishment, Katie sunk to her knees, tears streaming down her face.
"Come on Katie," Alicia said softly, helping her to her feet. "There's nothing we can do now."
"Who was that, Leesh? Because it sure as hell wasn't my Angie-"
"Fred!" Alicia breathed suddenly before turning and running as fast as she could.
"No it wasn't Fred!" Katie replied in confusion. Rolling her eyes, Alicia doubled back, grabbing her friend's wrist and pulling her along.
"I know! That wasn't what I meant," she explained hastily. "Fred might know why she's so – well, not her."
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Professor McGonagall marched briskly up the halls, Angelina stumbling after her in a daze.
*"What the hell did I do that for? They're my friends and I- oh God, I'm a horrible person!"* Silently, a tear slid down her face. Suddenly Professor McGonagall stopped short, nearly causing Angelina to bump into her.
"Cockroach cluster," she said to a stone Gargoyle, anger lacing her icy tone. Immediately, the statue sprung to life, leaping to the side and motioning for the 2 of them to enter. Turning, McGonagall surveyed the trembling girl in front of her. "This is where I leave you Miss Johnson. I trust that you shall tell Professor Dumbledore the truth about what happened." And with that, turned again and marched off in the direction they'd just come from. Drawing a quivering breath, Angelina walked forward into her headmaster's office.
"Well- I must say Angelina, I never expected to see you here," a voice said from the shadows of the dimly lit room. Suddenly the fire in the hearth started up, sending it's flickering light into the corners of the room. Angelina felt her brow furrow in confusion, for although she'd distinctly heard his voice, Dumbledore was nowhere to be found.
"Sir?" she asked quietly, trembling even harder.
"I am truly sorry for this Angelina," he said, and she was surprised to hear a note of amusement in his voice. "Professor Flikwick needed to try out a spell he was planning to teach the 6th year students, and, as you can see-" he chuckled a little at his own joke "- it didn't exactly go to plan. Professor Snape is in the dungeons right now preparing the cure for this."
"Uh- do you mean to say that you're invisible? What was the spell supposed to do?"
"Wouldn't know myself, Miss Johnson-" his voice answered cheerily, as a quill picked itself up and seemed to hover in mid air. "I'm afraid Professor Flikwick never got around to telling me. Tea?"
"Yes thanks –" she answered absent mindedly, gazing around at her surroundings disbelievingly. In one corner of the room, a beautiful bird with bright scarlet and gold plumage was sitting on a perch. "Sir, is that a-" she faltered.
"Phoenix? Why yes Miss Johnson, 5 points to Griffindor for your knowledge of Magical creatures," she could almost hear him smiling.
"Sir, you do realise that I'm not just here for a cup of tea don't you?" she asked, her gaze dropping from the beautiful bird to the ground.
"Of course- Ah, professor Snape! With the potion, I trust," he said suddenly, interrupting himself. Snape strode into the room, carrying a goblet full of a silvery substance.
"Of course Professor – What's she doing here?" he asked, quickly dropping his greasy manner as he spotted Angelina cowering in the corner.
"Miss Johnson is here at my invitation. Why thankyou Severus," he said as the goblet emptied. Angelina watched in amazement as a shimmering shadow of her headmaster appeared behind the massive oak table. Finally, Professor Dumbledore stood up, completely solid except for his fingers {which were still semi-transparent} and handed Snape the empty goblet. "I'll see you at breakfast, Severus-" he said pointedly.
"Yes, Professor-" he smirked, shooting Angelina a look of pure hatred and backing out of the room again. Dumbledore turned to Angelina and sighed.
"Sit down Miss Johnson, and tell me why Minerva- I mean, Professor McGonagall- thought it necessary to bring you to my office at this early hour of the morning." Angelina swallowed hard, fighting to keep back the tears that had inadvertently sprung to her eyes and sat down slowly into the comfortable armchair that Dumbledore had conjured for her to sit in.
"Where do I start? I disobeyed school rules by leaving the commonroom before 7, woke up half the school by yelling at my friends and then, to top it all off, threatened them at wand point," she said, not able to bring herself to look at him.
"Why?" he asked softly, but instead of sounding angry or disappointed, he sounded- well- interested.
"Because I had a dream-," she said bitterly. "I risked my friends, my place at Hogwarts, and my position as prefect because I had a dream." Dumbledore stared at her, his intensely blue eyes searching her face.
"This dream, Miss Johnson- it didn't happen to involve a certain red headed beater on your team did it?" Angelina started, her head snapping up so she was looking directly into his face.
"Wh- wh- why would you say that, sir?" she stammered, her face turning a dull shade of red.
"Because, as the saying goes- love is blind," he smiled.
"Love would have to be stupid too-" she murmured before the full impact of his words sank in. "LOVE? Oh no no no no no! Professor Dumbledore you have it all wrong. I don't love Fred Weasley-"
"Then how did you know I wasn't talking about George?" he asked evenly, smiling at her. Angelina opened her mouth to protest, when suddenly it hit her. She did love him.
"Oh God, what've I done?" she mumbled, putting her face in her hands.
"Of course, I can't let you off for everything, Miss Johnson. I think that 2 nights detention should do the trick, don't you?" he asked.
"Yessir," she whispered.
"Your first detention will be served tonight, in the trophy room and I'll inform you as to when the second will be held. Now, I think that if you go outside, you'll find 3 very worried friends of yours- and I also think that they deserve an apology. And an explanation." Angelina grinned broadly and walked hurriedly towards the corridor.
"Of course sir. And Professor?" she asked, turning in the doorway.
"Yes, Miss Johnson?" Dumbledore replied, looking up from the pile of papers that had appeared on his desk.
"Thanks- for your help and everything," she said softly.
"Anytime, Miss Johnson. Remember, 7 o'clock sharp tonight in the trophy room," he reminded her gently.
"Wouldn't miss it for the world," she joked before leaping out of the hole. Dumbledore chuckled quietly to himself, picking up his quill and starting to sign the papers, but a few seconds later, a rustle of wings disturbed him and he looked up just as the phoenix landed on his arm.
"What do you think, Fawkes?" he smiled. "Think I did the right thing by making her realise?" The bird opened his beak and softly sang to the tune of the wedding march, his sweet voice filling the room with a sudden warmth.
"Not yet, Fawkes- one day, yes- but not yet," Dumbledore laughed gently.
A/N: Completely fluffy chapter. This chapter's for Amanda Mana Phoenix and the rest of you who reviewed. Keep those reviews coming! Thanx
Kisses, Coolchick207