C.3 Into the Headmaster's Office
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As soon as she caught up, he turned and they traveled on through more corridors. Then they came to a halt in front of a gargoyle statue. She stared at it.
'Lemon Drops!' Dumbledore exclaimed. And with that, creaking and groaning began. When it had stopped, Sarah found herself staring at spiral staircase. If she had blinked, she would have missed the gargoyle springing to the side, and the walls cracking open to show its insides. But, luckily, she didn't. She had seen it all.
Dumbledore then began the decent up the stairs. Sarah followed shortly after him. Didn't the stairs move in the book? Ha. Knew it wasn't real. She told herself during the climb upward. It just can't be.
The next thing she knew she was right outside of his office. His office was a large, circular room, emitting weird noises. Stepping inside, she looked around and saw pictures upon pictures of former headmasters. Then she directed her attention to a table filled with whirly-gigs. That's where the noise was coming from. She didn't know what half of them was supposed to be. Come to think of it, she didn't know what any of them was supposed to be. So, she shifted her gaze and noticed a bird. It was a red bird, with small eyes and a long golden tail. I wonder what type of bird you are. You'd be perfect as a phoenix of legends. She sighed as she gawked at the bird.
'Er-hem.' Dumbledore cleared his throat and motioned towards a chair. 'If you would kindly take a seat.'
'Sure,' Sarah muttered as she sat in the chair he had motioned to.
He sat there for a few minutes deep in thought. What was he thinking of? She pondered that for a bit and then gave her attention to the surrounding room. After gazing at the whirly-gigs some more and wondering what they did, if anything, she noticed something shiny glittering next to her. She directed her attention just to see the bird. But then she noticed a black cabinet resting behind the red and gold. Wow. Katy couldn't have paid for them to do all of this. Maybe she had others in on it. Maybe if a bunch of her friends collaborated they could've paid to give her a laugh when she woke up. She was silently laughing, very amused. They must really care to go through all of this, she silently mused.
'Where to begin,' muttered the man in front of her. She looked at him. 'Perhaps with the beginning.' He sighed. 'This will not be easy. I believe that the lightning that struck you was not mere lightning. Somehow, you were transported here, to Hogwarts. Maybe there is a reason that I cannot think of. But whatever it is, you are here. There is nothing I can do to send you back home. I believe that it will be best if you attend the remainder of your studies here at Hogwarts. May I inquire as to your age?'
Sarah stared at him. Double-u tee eff. 'Umm. Seventeen. I don't see what this has to do with anything.' She had lied. It was close though. She was sixteen. But she would be turning seventeen in November.
'Ahh,' he said. 'A seventh year. Well, let's see where we shall place you.' He took a hat down from a neighboring shelf. God, what an ugly hat. It was all patched and frayed as if it was as old as Father Time, himself. He handed her the hat. She stared at it. She was surprised it hadn't disintegrated when she touched it. 'Just put it on,' the man who called himself Dumbledore encouraged.
She sat there feeling like a retard with an old patched hat on her head. She had thought of refusing but the old man had insisted to the point where she figured he was getting paid high enough to take her crap. She wasn't expecting anything to happen by placing it on her head. But things aren't always what you expect.
'Hmm.' An unfamiliar voice muttered inside of her head. She nearly flipped. The hat has a voice inside of it. Clever. 'Let's see. You are quite the creative one. However, you were not meant to take the life of a Ravenclaw. No, not Slytherin either. You can be shrewd but this house is not your destination. Hmm. You are rather friendly but you would not fit in with other Hufflepuffs.' Sarah wanted to die laughing. This was just too great. They really out did themselves. 'There is only one house that would fit to you. And that's.' the voice no longer was in her head as it shouted 'GRYFFINDOR!'
She couldn't hold in the need to laugh. It started with a low chuckle, but it continually got louder. She was bawling it out in a few seconds. 'This.is.too.much.' She mumbled between laughs.
'I do not see what is so funny, Ms. Gregory,' stated Dumbledore. 'You must not think this place is real and I cannot understand that. Do you learn nothing of other wizarding schools in America?'
She felt her face going red, as she didn't answer. Was it possible that this was somehow true? She wasn't going to say anything. Either this joke was getting sick or it was true. If it is true, then I shouldn't mention anything about my not attending wizarding schools. At least, this way I can enjoy something here.
'I see you do not feel the need to answer me. Lunch should be served in the halls soon. I shall show you the way. After that, I will have a fellow Gryffindor show you the way around Hogwarts. I will inquire upon your studies at a later date. You will just have to attend her classes for the time being.' With that said, the old man stood up and made his way towards the door. Sarah stood as well, a bit dazed. What if it was real? She followed him out of the door and down the twisting stairs.
'I'm getting to old for this,' he muttered once he reached the bottom.
'Then why don't you make them move, like an escalator?' Sarah could not believe she had just said that. And from the looks on Dumbledore's face, he couldn't either.
'Not a bad idea, Ms. Gregory,' Dumbledore smiled. 'Follow me, and watch your step. Never know what tricks the students might be playing upon ach other.' They then headed towards the Great Hall, Sarah's stomach grumbling in anticipation.
As soon as she caught up, he turned and they traveled on through more corridors. Then they came to a halt in front of a gargoyle statue. She stared at it.
'Lemon Drops!' Dumbledore exclaimed. And with that, creaking and groaning began. When it had stopped, Sarah found herself staring at spiral staircase. If she had blinked, she would have missed the gargoyle springing to the side, and the walls cracking open to show its insides. But, luckily, she didn't. She had seen it all.
Dumbledore then began the decent up the stairs. Sarah followed shortly after him. Didn't the stairs move in the book? Ha. Knew it wasn't real. She told herself during the climb upward. It just can't be.
The next thing she knew she was right outside of his office. His office was a large, circular room, emitting weird noises. Stepping inside, she looked around and saw pictures upon pictures of former headmasters. Then she directed her attention to a table filled with whirly-gigs. That's where the noise was coming from. She didn't know what half of them was supposed to be. Come to think of it, she didn't know what any of them was supposed to be. So, she shifted her gaze and noticed a bird. It was a red bird, with small eyes and a long golden tail. I wonder what type of bird you are. You'd be perfect as a phoenix of legends. She sighed as she gawked at the bird.
'Er-hem.' Dumbledore cleared his throat and motioned towards a chair. 'If you would kindly take a seat.'
'Sure,' Sarah muttered as she sat in the chair he had motioned to.
He sat there for a few minutes deep in thought. What was he thinking of? She pondered that for a bit and then gave her attention to the surrounding room. After gazing at the whirly-gigs some more and wondering what they did, if anything, she noticed something shiny glittering next to her. She directed her attention just to see the bird. But then she noticed a black cabinet resting behind the red and gold. Wow. Katy couldn't have paid for them to do all of this. Maybe she had others in on it. Maybe if a bunch of her friends collaborated they could've paid to give her a laugh when she woke up. She was silently laughing, very amused. They must really care to go through all of this, she silently mused.
'Where to begin,' muttered the man in front of her. She looked at him. 'Perhaps with the beginning.' He sighed. 'This will not be easy. I believe that the lightning that struck you was not mere lightning. Somehow, you were transported here, to Hogwarts. Maybe there is a reason that I cannot think of. But whatever it is, you are here. There is nothing I can do to send you back home. I believe that it will be best if you attend the remainder of your studies here at Hogwarts. May I inquire as to your age?'
Sarah stared at him. Double-u tee eff. 'Umm. Seventeen. I don't see what this has to do with anything.' She had lied. It was close though. She was sixteen. But she would be turning seventeen in November.
'Ahh,' he said. 'A seventh year. Well, let's see where we shall place you.' He took a hat down from a neighboring shelf. God, what an ugly hat. It was all patched and frayed as if it was as old as Father Time, himself. He handed her the hat. She stared at it. She was surprised it hadn't disintegrated when she touched it. 'Just put it on,' the man who called himself Dumbledore encouraged.
She sat there feeling like a retard with an old patched hat on her head. She had thought of refusing but the old man had insisted to the point where she figured he was getting paid high enough to take her crap. She wasn't expecting anything to happen by placing it on her head. But things aren't always what you expect.
'Hmm.' An unfamiliar voice muttered inside of her head. She nearly flipped. The hat has a voice inside of it. Clever. 'Let's see. You are quite the creative one. However, you were not meant to take the life of a Ravenclaw. No, not Slytherin either. You can be shrewd but this house is not your destination. Hmm. You are rather friendly but you would not fit in with other Hufflepuffs.' Sarah wanted to die laughing. This was just too great. They really out did themselves. 'There is only one house that would fit to you. And that's.' the voice no longer was in her head as it shouted 'GRYFFINDOR!'
She couldn't hold in the need to laugh. It started with a low chuckle, but it continually got louder. She was bawling it out in a few seconds. 'This.is.too.much.' She mumbled between laughs.
'I do not see what is so funny, Ms. Gregory,' stated Dumbledore. 'You must not think this place is real and I cannot understand that. Do you learn nothing of other wizarding schools in America?'
She felt her face going red, as she didn't answer. Was it possible that this was somehow true? She wasn't going to say anything. Either this joke was getting sick or it was true. If it is true, then I shouldn't mention anything about my not attending wizarding schools. At least, this way I can enjoy something here.
'I see you do not feel the need to answer me. Lunch should be served in the halls soon. I shall show you the way. After that, I will have a fellow Gryffindor show you the way around Hogwarts. I will inquire upon your studies at a later date. You will just have to attend her classes for the time being.' With that said, the old man stood up and made his way towards the door. Sarah stood as well, a bit dazed. What if it was real? She followed him out of the door and down the twisting stairs.
'I'm getting to old for this,' he muttered once he reached the bottom.
'Then why don't you make them move, like an escalator?' Sarah could not believe she had just said that. And from the looks on Dumbledore's face, he couldn't either.
'Not a bad idea, Ms. Gregory,' Dumbledore smiled. 'Follow me, and watch your step. Never know what tricks the students might be playing upon ach other.' They then headed towards the Great Hall, Sarah's stomach grumbling in anticipation.
