Quibley wiped his hands together, and walked towards his project, quickly checking on the mini world. He picked up another one of the inhabitants, and whispered gently a piece of advice before checking his watch and realizing he was running a bit late. Quibley pointed a finger at himself and popped away towards his friend's office, he didn't want to keep Dumbledore waiting.
"Ah, Quibley, I was beginning to wonder if you had perhaps been detained." Dumbledore smiled jovially at his old friend, the small, glowing star fairy, one of the last of his kind.
"Well you know me Albus, always one to make an entrance." Quibley smirked and took his usual seat across from Dumbledore at a small tea table set in the corner of the room. The table was next to a large window overlooking the grounds of the school. Quibley picked out a small red head bobbing it's way towards the main entrance, noticeably dejected.
"Taken notice of another student? That always proves interesting! Who is it this time? Not Mr. Weasly, I presume?" Albus had a mischevious look on his face that made him look fifty years younger. He curiously awaited his friend's answer.
"No, no Albus, not Weasley, but close…the eyes are the windows to the soul, you know, and from looking into your eyes, I would imagine that you already have a reasonable guess…" The two laughed at their old saying *the eyes are the windows to the soul * How true it is!
"Ahh, you've taken Miss Granger. Trying to show her where her current choice will take her? Trying to play matchmaker?" Quibley giggled slightly and nodded his head. It was amazing, you would almost think that Dumbledore was a star fairy himself, apart from his appearance, of course. With his abilities to look someone in the eye and know so much about them, Quibley almost felt as though he had some competition.
"Well I'm just trying to give her a prod in the right direction. She is in such denial, poor thing. Thinks she's going to run off and start fresh, ha! This will be good and healthy for her, give her a look at what would happen if she did just take off…" Quibley sat back, took a sip of tea, and looked rather smug as his friend nodded respectfully from across the table.
"Miss Granger certainly does enjoy lessons, but for some reason I don't see her catching on to this one very quickly." Albus smiled imagining the young Gryffindor from her first year, always at the top of the class, always determined to be right. Quibley sighed and took the time to refresh Dumbledore a bit on his magic.
"Oh, you know it will be done with once she admits she was wrong. Then she will be right back here, right where she started, ready to fix the one mistake she has to admit to."
"Yes Quibley, I am well aware of how your powers work, I just wish I could look in on Miss Granger's most valuable lesson yet." The two sat back in their chairs sipping quietly on tea and turned the conversation towards the more mundane things, weather, plans for the summer, and so on, both wondering exactly what problem Hermione Granger sat faced with at that very moment, somewhere in the potential future…