Professor Dumbledore and Nikita walked into his office from the revolving stairwell. Dumbledore sat at his desk and Nikita sat in the spare chair, crossing her legs.
"Yes Professor?" Nikita asked causiously.
"I wanted to talk about you and your dad." He folded his hands on his desk.
"Professor, you know how we feel about each other." She stood up. "We pretty much hate each other's guts."
"He's trying to make this relationship work." He jestured for her to sit back down. She did so.
"What do you think I've been trying to do since Mum died? I've given up on trying to make it work. We're too different." Nikita crossed her arms with anger and frustration. Tears began to come to her eyes.
"Shhh. It's alright. Would you mind telling me what you plan on doing if you and your dad don't get this problem working out?"
"I will only tell you if you promise not to tell Dad. I want to tell him on my own." Nikita managed to calm down.
"I won't say a word." Dumbledore smiled to reassure her.
"I would like to go live with Derick. I'm much happer being there with them, even if it means giving up magic forever. I really just need to get away from Dad." Nikita looked at her twiddling thumbs with embarassment.
"Well, it's your choice. I'm not going to stop you from what you want to do. You know your obstacle, and I don't want to get too involved in your live. I'm not the one to make your decisions for you. You do what you want. That's all I wanted to talk to you about, Nikita, you may leave now." Nikita got up and left.
Nikita went back to her closet in her dad's office. They didn't say a single word to each other as she came in. She slumped to the bottom of the closet and thought about what she wanted to do with her life.
Nikita thought about her life all week. The more she thought about it, the more she wanted to go live with Derick. Snape still continued to scold and beat her. Half the reasons he beat her was because of stuff students did, but she got beaten for it anyway. She didn't want to live life dealing with stuff like that anymore.
On Friday, Nikita managed to get out of the closet and out of the castle. She went to Dericks house and knocked on the door. Derick's mum answered.
"Hello, Mrs. Di Angelo. Is Derick home?" Nikita asked politely.
"Yes he is, dear. Come on in. He's in his room." Mrs. Di Angelo opened the door and moved out of the way.
Nikita went into the house and straight to Derick's room. His door was shut and locked. She knocked on it.
"Go away brat. I'm practicing!" Derick called after he stopped playing his guitar.
"Fine, I hate you, too," Nikita called back. "I'll leave then if you don't want me here."
"Nikita, wait. I'll let you in." Derick put his guitar down, got up, and unlocked the door to let her in.
They went over and sat down on his bed. Nikita decided to ask him about moving in as soon as she could.
"Do you think your parents would let me move in?"
"Probably. They like you well enough." He gave her a kiss.
"When do you think would be a good time to ask them?" She picked up his pic and looked at it. She saw Nikita in a heart engraved on it. She smiled.
"After dinner would probably be a good time. She's always in a good mood after nidder. Also, her favorite television show is on right after dinner."
"Alright, I'll ask her then."
"Why do you want to move in with us anyway?" Derick gave her a curious look.
"I really need to get away from my dad. At least for a while anyway." Nikita gave an awkward smile to him.
"Does he know you're planning on moving out?"
"No. The headmaster is the only one that knows in the school, and I asked him not to tell my dad. I would like to tell him when I'm readly."
"And that will be ...?"
"Right when I'm ready to go out the castle gates. That way he can't put guilt on me."
"Harsh." Derick gave a nervous laugh.
There was a knock on the door.
"Time for dinner you two," Mrs. Di Angelo called through the door.
"Be right there, mum," Derick called back.
They got up and went to dinner. Different conversations went around the table. Many conversations contained Nikita and her life, at least what didn't pertain to her witch life.
Dinner ended and as Derick had said earlier, Mrs. Di Angelo went into the living room to watch her favorite T.V. show.
Nikita went in and sat down in a chair next to her.
"Mrs. Di Angelo, can I ask you a huge favor?" Nikita asked.
"Sure, dear. What is it?" She still looked television set.
"Can I move in?" Mrs. Di Angelo took this as a bit of a shock. She took her eyes off of the T.V. screen. "I'm sorry. I'll just leave now." Nikita got up to leave.
"Nikita, please, sit back down. We'll be more than happy to have you stay with us." She gave her a friendly smile.
"Oh, thank you so much. You have no idea how much this means to me."
"When would you like to move in?" Mrs. Di Angelo asked.
"Not this coming Monday, but the next one, if that's alright with you."
"That's fine, dear. Is it alright with your father?"
"I'm sure it'll be fine with him."
"Alright. I'll set the guest room up for you then."
"I don't know how to thank you enough, Mrs. Di Angelo."
"All I ask is that you don't plan any grandkids for me until after you two get married."
"Of course," Nikita said, giggling.
"Yes Professor?" Nikita asked causiously.
"I wanted to talk about you and your dad." He folded his hands on his desk.
"Professor, you know how we feel about each other." She stood up. "We pretty much hate each other's guts."
"He's trying to make this relationship work." He jestured for her to sit back down. She did so.
"What do you think I've been trying to do since Mum died? I've given up on trying to make it work. We're too different." Nikita crossed her arms with anger and frustration. Tears began to come to her eyes.
"Shhh. It's alright. Would you mind telling me what you plan on doing if you and your dad don't get this problem working out?"
"I will only tell you if you promise not to tell Dad. I want to tell him on my own." Nikita managed to calm down.
"I won't say a word." Dumbledore smiled to reassure her.
"I would like to go live with Derick. I'm much happer being there with them, even if it means giving up magic forever. I really just need to get away from Dad." Nikita looked at her twiddling thumbs with embarassment.
"Well, it's your choice. I'm not going to stop you from what you want to do. You know your obstacle, and I don't want to get too involved in your live. I'm not the one to make your decisions for you. You do what you want. That's all I wanted to talk to you about, Nikita, you may leave now." Nikita got up and left.
Nikita went back to her closet in her dad's office. They didn't say a single word to each other as she came in. She slumped to the bottom of the closet and thought about what she wanted to do with her life.
Nikita thought about her life all week. The more she thought about it, the more she wanted to go live with Derick. Snape still continued to scold and beat her. Half the reasons he beat her was because of stuff students did, but she got beaten for it anyway. She didn't want to live life dealing with stuff like that anymore.
On Friday, Nikita managed to get out of the closet and out of the castle. She went to Dericks house and knocked on the door. Derick's mum answered.
"Hello, Mrs. Di Angelo. Is Derick home?" Nikita asked politely.
"Yes he is, dear. Come on in. He's in his room." Mrs. Di Angelo opened the door and moved out of the way.
Nikita went into the house and straight to Derick's room. His door was shut and locked. She knocked on it.
"Go away brat. I'm practicing!" Derick called after he stopped playing his guitar.
"Fine, I hate you, too," Nikita called back. "I'll leave then if you don't want me here."
"Nikita, wait. I'll let you in." Derick put his guitar down, got up, and unlocked the door to let her in.
They went over and sat down on his bed. Nikita decided to ask him about moving in as soon as she could.
"Do you think your parents would let me move in?"
"Probably. They like you well enough." He gave her a kiss.
"When do you think would be a good time to ask them?" She picked up his pic and looked at it. She saw Nikita in a heart engraved on it. She smiled.
"After dinner would probably be a good time. She's always in a good mood after nidder. Also, her favorite television show is on right after dinner."
"Alright, I'll ask her then."
"Why do you want to move in with us anyway?" Derick gave her a curious look.
"I really need to get away from my dad. At least for a while anyway." Nikita gave an awkward smile to him.
"Does he know you're planning on moving out?"
"No. The headmaster is the only one that knows in the school, and I asked him not to tell my dad. I would like to tell him when I'm readly."
"And that will be ...?"
"Right when I'm ready to go out the castle gates. That way he can't put guilt on me."
"Harsh." Derick gave a nervous laugh.
There was a knock on the door.
"Time for dinner you two," Mrs. Di Angelo called through the door.
"Be right there, mum," Derick called back.
They got up and went to dinner. Different conversations went around the table. Many conversations contained Nikita and her life, at least what didn't pertain to her witch life.
Dinner ended and as Derick had said earlier, Mrs. Di Angelo went into the living room to watch her favorite T.V. show.
Nikita went in and sat down in a chair next to her.
"Mrs. Di Angelo, can I ask you a huge favor?" Nikita asked.
"Sure, dear. What is it?" She still looked television set.
"Can I move in?" Mrs. Di Angelo took this as a bit of a shock. She took her eyes off of the T.V. screen. "I'm sorry. I'll just leave now." Nikita got up to leave.
"Nikita, please, sit back down. We'll be more than happy to have you stay with us." She gave her a friendly smile.
"Oh, thank you so much. You have no idea how much this means to me."
"When would you like to move in?" Mrs. Di Angelo asked.
"Not this coming Monday, but the next one, if that's alright with you."
"That's fine, dear. Is it alright with your father?"
"I'm sure it'll be fine with him."
"Alright. I'll set the guest room up for you then."
"I don't know how to thank you enough, Mrs. Di Angelo."
"All I ask is that you don't plan any grandkids for me until after you two get married."
"Of course," Nikita said, giggling.