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Meanwhile, in a school far away . . .
Albus Dumbledore was filing papers at his desk when he heard a small *pop*. He didn't even have to look up. "How did things go, Minerva?" "It was extraordinary, Albus. She looks just like him; the same hair, same facial structure." She paused for a moment, and then continued quietly, "But she has her mother's eyes." Coming back to the present, "And so many bruises. She's not being treated properly. Why was she sent off to those horrible . . . muggles in the first place?" "You know know the reason as well as I do. She represents her mother, and that's too painful for him." "What about her?" "Minerva, you can't control everything. For now, let's just home he's ready to deal with all this." Professor McGonagall sighes, "I know, you're right." Short pause, and then, "I have a meeting with those people tomorrow at 6 pm, and then I'll transport her here by the Knight Bus's extended service." "That sounds like a plan if I ever heard one. Good luck with your meeting." Professor McGonagall nodded and left the office.
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Meanwhile, in a school far away . . .
Albus Dumbledore was filing papers at his desk when he heard a small *pop*. He didn't even have to look up. "How did things go, Minerva?" "It was extraordinary, Albus. She looks just like him; the same hair, same facial structure." She paused for a moment, and then continued quietly, "But she has her mother's eyes." Coming back to the present, "And so many bruises. She's not being treated properly. Why was she sent off to those horrible . . . muggles in the first place?" "You know know the reason as well as I do. She represents her mother, and that's too painful for him." "What about her?" "Minerva, you can't control everything. For now, let's just home he's ready to deal with all this." Professor McGonagall sighes, "I know, you're right." Short pause, and then, "I have a meeting with those people tomorrow at 6 pm, and then I'll transport her here by the Knight Bus's extended service." "That sounds like a plan if I ever heard one. Good luck with your meeting." Professor McGonagall nodded and left the office.