Chapter 3
Azia walked out of Dumbledore's office, this time looking around the room. Fawkes was there, and she couldn't believe she hadn't noticed him. The sorting hat was there, too, along with other odd machines that Azia didn't know about. Harry was standing there, right outside the door, trying to listen in on their conversation. Azia could tell it didn't work. He glared at her as she came out.
"Sorry for that, Harry. It was all a big mistake."
"Right. Who are you?"
"Azia Connolly, Muggle, United States of America. Pleased to meet you."
"Muggle? What is going on?"
"Dumbledore thinks that you students don't get enough Muggle interaction. He told me about your world, and a bit about you and Hogwarts. Then he asked me if I'd like to come to the school, and of course I said yes. I was supposed to turn up in that living room place, but it didn't quite work and I showed up in your room instead. Sorry."
Harry stood there, looking at her. He was still very confused. "But, if you're a Muggle, why'd you take my wand? It's not like you could do anything with it. No offense."
"None taken. I just wanted to make sure you didn't do anything to me. Dumbledore had talked about how great you were with spells and things, and I figured I'd better not risk it."
Harry was still eyeing her suspiciously. "How do I know you're not lying?"
"Well, you'll just have to trust me. Or ask Dumbledore."
"Oh." He glanced at his watch. "Oh, I'm late for Divination." He smiled. "Thanks."
"What's Divination? Do you not like it?"
"It's like telling the future. And I hate it; the teacher predicts my death every day."
It was working. "Oh Harry, I'm so sorry."
"She's a complete fraud! She only does it for the drama! I thought I had a lot to learn. Sorry," he continued, "but you really don't know much at all."
"Yeah. Dumbledore says I can go to your classes with you. You don't mind, do you? That way you and your friends can teach me about. well, stuff, I guess."
"OK." Harry started grinning. He opened the door to Dumbledore's office. "Professor, may I give Azia a basic tour of the castle? I'd hate to be in her shoes if she got lost without having at least a basic tour." Dumbledore smiled.
"Of course you may, Harry. I was going to have a Professor walk her around, but I daresay she'd rather learn about it from you. You're supposed to be in Divination now, correct?" Harry nodded. "I will alert Professor Trelawney, and your next teacher, just in case." Harry's smile widened. Azia did her best to fake a look of confusion.
Azia walked out of Dumbledore's office, this time looking around the room. Fawkes was there, and she couldn't believe she hadn't noticed him. The sorting hat was there, too, along with other odd machines that Azia didn't know about. Harry was standing there, right outside the door, trying to listen in on their conversation. Azia could tell it didn't work. He glared at her as she came out.
"Sorry for that, Harry. It was all a big mistake."
"Right. Who are you?"
"Azia Connolly, Muggle, United States of America. Pleased to meet you."
"Muggle? What is going on?"
"Dumbledore thinks that you students don't get enough Muggle interaction. He told me about your world, and a bit about you and Hogwarts. Then he asked me if I'd like to come to the school, and of course I said yes. I was supposed to turn up in that living room place, but it didn't quite work and I showed up in your room instead. Sorry."
Harry stood there, looking at her. He was still very confused. "But, if you're a Muggle, why'd you take my wand? It's not like you could do anything with it. No offense."
"None taken. I just wanted to make sure you didn't do anything to me. Dumbledore had talked about how great you were with spells and things, and I figured I'd better not risk it."
Harry was still eyeing her suspiciously. "How do I know you're not lying?"
"Well, you'll just have to trust me. Or ask Dumbledore."
"Oh." He glanced at his watch. "Oh, I'm late for Divination." He smiled. "Thanks."
"What's Divination? Do you not like it?"
"It's like telling the future. And I hate it; the teacher predicts my death every day."
It was working. "Oh Harry, I'm so sorry."
"She's a complete fraud! She only does it for the drama! I thought I had a lot to learn. Sorry," he continued, "but you really don't know much at all."
"Yeah. Dumbledore says I can go to your classes with you. You don't mind, do you? That way you and your friends can teach me about. well, stuff, I guess."
"OK." Harry started grinning. He opened the door to Dumbledore's office. "Professor, may I give Azia a basic tour of the castle? I'd hate to be in her shoes if she got lost without having at least a basic tour." Dumbledore smiled.
"Of course you may, Harry. I was going to have a Professor walk her around, but I daresay she'd rather learn about it from you. You're supposed to be in Divination now, correct?" Harry nodded. "I will alert Professor Trelawney, and your next teacher, just in case." Harry's smile widened. Azia did her best to fake a look of confusion.