Chappie Seventeen
A/N: melannen said: Green and gold on a blonde? LOL! Her complexion will be, like, totally washed out. I say: Who do you think you are? Scarlett O'Hara? Maybe she looks good in green and gold anyway. She's really pretty, or haven't you noticed? Besides, I think that Scarlet was just jealous of her sisters anyway. I will name a character for you later, though, thanks! LOL
Joycelene said: Araminta=Mary Sue. I say: Are you accusing me of plagiarism? I made up Araminta. I've never read any stories with someone named Mary Sue in them.
I also say: thanks to celedriel-greenleaf, Starr Light1, Black Diva, thecurmudgeons (yeah, Titanic is like my favorite movie! good idea!) and Miss Lesley for their SWEET reviews. 3 Charlotte: It was mpreg...or was it? LOL Hope I didn't miss anybody!
I wrote this chapter when I was eating Pixie Sticks and Mountain Dew. Can you tell? (he he) :0)
Araminta was so surprised that she let go the spell and everyone tumbled to the floor. "I-I-I didn't mean to." She burst into tears. She really had respect for Albus Dumbledore, and now he was angry. "I'm sorry everyone."
"We forgive you," chorused the students and Professor Flitwick. Dumbledore looked slightly mollified, but he still wasn't happy.
"Get your things and follow me, please."
Araminta followed Albus Dumbledore down the hall and to a really ugly statue called a gargoyle. "Pixie sticks," he said. Nothing happened. "Ha ha ha," said Dumbledore. "I forgot I changed the password. Mountain Dew!"
The gargoyle moved aside and an escalator took them to Dumbledore's office. "Here we are. Get off."
Araminta stepped into Dumbledore's office. It smelled very godfather-ish, like peppermints and pipe tobacco. Underneath it all there was a gentle scent like Vicks Vaporub, too. Dumbledore is getting old. I shouldn't worry him.
"I'm sorry to have worried you, sir," said Araminta.
"Well, you should know that I'm still worried. Very worried, in fact." Dumbledore surveyed Araminta with his blue eyes over his half-moon spectacles. "I'm worried about you."
"About...me?" Araminta twisted her hands together. Why should he be worried about her? She was probably acing all her classes already, she hadn't gotten into trouble--much--and she had made friends in two Houses. What was there to worry about?
"I'm afraid that we aren't providing you with enough of a challenge." Albus Dumbledore sighed deeply. He was worried that Araminta would be bored and would get into as much trouble as her fathers had when they had been at Hogwarts.
Araminta swallowed. This couldn't be a good thing.
Dumbledore rose to his feet and paced around the room three times before he went on. "I'm sure you've heard the tales about the trouble your fathers got into when they were your age. But that's not what's worrying me..." He shook his head. "I'm worried about--well, you'll find out in due time. It's not for me to tell. In the meantime, I have a stopgap measure. Come here."
He motioned her closer and took her onto his lap. Then, he reached into his pocket and pulled something out. "Have you ever seen one of these before?"