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Chapter Four: Forgotten Reminiscences
Dumbledore watched in calm determination as the dragon and the fox left the room. They had discussed several conclusions to the current problem, and several methods to their individual conclusions.
Draco had refused each one.
Lifting his head slightly and allowing his eyes to roam the room freely, Dumbledore pondered on the current problem and the possible solution to the veela twist once more.
Blue eyes rested almost hesitantly upon his pensieve. He twisted a gnarled hand in resignation, for he never could quieten his gut feeling. The lavishly carved bowl hovered above the shelf it had recently perched on. He reined in each individual finger as he kept a close eye on the hovering bowl. Dust scattered as the pensieve drifted lazily towards his desk landing with a gentle thump on the oak surface.
Dumbledore placed a hand onto the swirling surface. Slipping into memories almost forgotten, he felt the familiar pull, very much like the pull of a port key, as he fell into the expanding image of a clear summer's day.
A single sparrow soared through the crystal blue sky. Insects floated lazily on the pond surface as brief flashes of the squid could be seen beneath the murky surface.
An owl hooted as it flew towards the window and perched on the window sill. Extending its leg and standing proud, the tawny owl offered the small paper wrapped package to Dumbledore.
Smiling at the bird and reaching out to accept the package blue eyes glanced down at the castle grounds once more.
Lucius Malfoy, proud, stubborn and sixteen with a nasty streak, regarded the summers day with scorn. His upper lip curled into a sneer at the phantom couples stretched out along the grass and play fighting in the cool water of the pond.
Striding towards a Huttlepuff couple he purposely stood on their picnic basket, crushing the contents and smiling as the wicker basket split into several shards. Juice poured down the one remaining side onto their carefully laid out yellow blanket and soaked into the girls robes.
A nasty grin spread along his thin lips as he continued his journey, oblivious to the shouts of protest of the Huttlepuff couple.
The blonde sneered openly once more, his contempt for the other couples shining on his cruel features.
Ash Zambini greeted Lucius as he strode up to his Slytherin housemates sitting on the ponds edge. Platinum head nodding in reply the blonde watched as slytherin sixth year girl cast the fourth spell on an innocent Ravenclaw, de-robing him of his blue swimwear.
The Slytherin's sniggered as the Ravenclaw squawked in the sudden knowledge of his skinny dip and frantically fought off a group of his housemates attempting to pull him out of the pond to climb the cliff off to the side and dive into the lake.
Frowning, Dumbledore picked up his wand from the desk and mumbled an enchantment, "Sopra sentasi," he caught the middle of a sentence as he refocused on the slytherin boys.
"So Zambini, how are your father's associates coming along?" queried Lucius in a formal tone as he turned his back on the Ravenclaw's misfortune.
The black haired boy lifted an eyebrow at the blonde and curtly replied, "They are all quite capable I assure you Lucius."
Nodding at the other slytherin the blonde caught a flash of white reflecting in the sun to his left. Turning gracefully to pin point the odd reflection Lucius allowed a small genuine smile to reach his lips at the sight of Narcissa walking towards the group.
Smiling as she reached the young Blonde she lent in to peck him on the cheek. Such rare show of emotion from the young Malfoy exploded onto his face as she rested her cheek on his.
Ash watched the pair with distrust and frowned in thought. Sitting up suddenly a wave shook his body and his eyes widened in surprise as he spun his black head up to the tower window to lock eyes with Dumbledore.
Jolting out of the memory as hurried footsteps and loud cursing sounded up the spiral staircase leading to his present time office, a loud banging began resounded on the heavy oak door.
Dumbledore fixed his eyes upon the door, silently marvelling at the rate of his visitors upon that day. It had passed a mere half an hour that only he had occupied his office.
Sliding the pensieve to the side of his desk he reached for his wand and twirled the surface, watching as the memory broke up and the liquid reverted back to the familiar silver swirls.
The oak door slammed open with a brutal force as the dark haired man strode through into the room, his previous patience and knocking gone. His faces alight with anger he threw himself into one of the remaining plush coaches.
"Good Evening Severus," spoke Dumbledore placidly, his features creasing into a smile.
Glaring at the old wizard Snape scowled and crossed his arms. "She's done it again."
Feigning complete ignorance of exactly whom the 'she' he was referring to happened to be, Dumbledore answered, "She, Severus?"
Scowling further Snape ground out, "Please refrain from playing indifferent Albus, you know exactly who I mean. The head of that inbred Weasley clan."
Dumbledore frowned at the inbred comment. "Severus, please do hold your professionality in mind and refrain from insulting the parents of our students. Now, what exactly has Mrs Weasley done again?"
If possible, the scowl on Snape's face deepened as he replied, "She sent me a howler Dumbledore! A howler! To a Professor!"
Biting back a grin at what might have been in that howler considering the well known hostility between Ron Weasley and Snape that surely had reached Mrs Weasleys ears over the years, Dumbledore made a hum in acknowledgement of Snape's comment.
The dark haired man merely growled at the complete indifference from the Headmaster. As elegantly as an adult could, he huffed quietly.
Dumbledore smiled inwardly. It seemed he would have to resolve this particular friction between parent and Professor. If he did not he knew Severus would only become more vindictive towards the entire Weasley clan because of his frustration at Mrs Wealsey.
"What do you propose we do Severus to resolve this problem?"
Snape muttered a few choice obscenities under his breath featuring dipping the entire Weasley clan in ice and dying their 'hideous' hair a nice coal black.
Dumbledore smiled and coughed politely.
Snapes head shot up and embarrassment flashed there for a brief second before his indifferent mask was in place. "I have no conclusions to this problem." The last word was ground out between clenched teeth.
"Well, it seems yourself and Mrs Weasley should have a nice chat I think."
More than slight horror jumped onto Snapes face at the prospect of a chat with the fiery head Weasley. Snape may have been a double agent for many years and endured many the pain of the dark Lord, but facing an angry Weasley was on another level of horrors. He paled. "I think we can resolve the problem another way, perhaps you could talk to the woman."
Dumbledore chuckled at Snapes obvious displeasure at this idea. "Maybe you should owl her Severus?"
"I think it would be best if you-"
Dumbledore lifted a hand silencing Snape before he had finished his sentance. "Dinner is ready I do believe." Smiled the headmaster, very aware of what he had just begun, and how to solve the other problem wondering about the school grounds.
Chapter Four: Forgotten Reminiscences
Dumbledore watched in calm determination as the dragon and the fox left the room. They had discussed several conclusions to the current problem, and several methods to their individual conclusions.
Draco had refused each one.
Lifting his head slightly and allowing his eyes to roam the room freely, Dumbledore pondered on the current problem and the possible solution to the veela twist once more.
Blue eyes rested almost hesitantly upon his pensieve. He twisted a gnarled hand in resignation, for he never could quieten his gut feeling. The lavishly carved bowl hovered above the shelf it had recently perched on. He reined in each individual finger as he kept a close eye on the hovering bowl. Dust scattered as the pensieve drifted lazily towards his desk landing with a gentle thump on the oak surface.
Dumbledore placed a hand onto the swirling surface. Slipping into memories almost forgotten, he felt the familiar pull, very much like the pull of a port key, as he fell into the expanding image of a clear summer's day.
A single sparrow soared through the crystal blue sky. Insects floated lazily on the pond surface as brief flashes of the squid could be seen beneath the murky surface.
An owl hooted as it flew towards the window and perched on the window sill. Extending its leg and standing proud, the tawny owl offered the small paper wrapped package to Dumbledore.
Smiling at the bird and reaching out to accept the package blue eyes glanced down at the castle grounds once more.
Lucius Malfoy, proud, stubborn and sixteen with a nasty streak, regarded the summers day with scorn. His upper lip curled into a sneer at the phantom couples stretched out along the grass and play fighting in the cool water of the pond.
Striding towards a Huttlepuff couple he purposely stood on their picnic basket, crushing the contents and smiling as the wicker basket split into several shards. Juice poured down the one remaining side onto their carefully laid out yellow blanket and soaked into the girls robes.
A nasty grin spread along his thin lips as he continued his journey, oblivious to the shouts of protest of the Huttlepuff couple.
The blonde sneered openly once more, his contempt for the other couples shining on his cruel features.
Ash Zambini greeted Lucius as he strode up to his Slytherin housemates sitting on the ponds edge. Platinum head nodding in reply the blonde watched as slytherin sixth year girl cast the fourth spell on an innocent Ravenclaw, de-robing him of his blue swimwear.
The Slytherin's sniggered as the Ravenclaw squawked in the sudden knowledge of his skinny dip and frantically fought off a group of his housemates attempting to pull him out of the pond to climb the cliff off to the side and dive into the lake.
Frowning, Dumbledore picked up his wand from the desk and mumbled an enchantment, "Sopra sentasi," he caught the middle of a sentence as he refocused on the slytherin boys.
"So Zambini, how are your father's associates coming along?" queried Lucius in a formal tone as he turned his back on the Ravenclaw's misfortune.
The black haired boy lifted an eyebrow at the blonde and curtly replied, "They are all quite capable I assure you Lucius."
Nodding at the other slytherin the blonde caught a flash of white reflecting in the sun to his left. Turning gracefully to pin point the odd reflection Lucius allowed a small genuine smile to reach his lips at the sight of Narcissa walking towards the group.
Smiling as she reached the young Blonde she lent in to peck him on the cheek. Such rare show of emotion from the young Malfoy exploded onto his face as she rested her cheek on his.
Ash watched the pair with distrust and frowned in thought. Sitting up suddenly a wave shook his body and his eyes widened in surprise as he spun his black head up to the tower window to lock eyes with Dumbledore.
Jolting out of the memory as hurried footsteps and loud cursing sounded up the spiral staircase leading to his present time office, a loud banging began resounded on the heavy oak door.
Dumbledore fixed his eyes upon the door, silently marvelling at the rate of his visitors upon that day. It had passed a mere half an hour that only he had occupied his office.
Sliding the pensieve to the side of his desk he reached for his wand and twirled the surface, watching as the memory broke up and the liquid reverted back to the familiar silver swirls.
The oak door slammed open with a brutal force as the dark haired man strode through into the room, his previous patience and knocking gone. His faces alight with anger he threw himself into one of the remaining plush coaches.
"Good Evening Severus," spoke Dumbledore placidly, his features creasing into a smile.
Glaring at the old wizard Snape scowled and crossed his arms. "She's done it again."
Feigning complete ignorance of exactly whom the 'she' he was referring to happened to be, Dumbledore answered, "She, Severus?"
Scowling further Snape ground out, "Please refrain from playing indifferent Albus, you know exactly who I mean. The head of that inbred Weasley clan."
Dumbledore frowned at the inbred comment. "Severus, please do hold your professionality in mind and refrain from insulting the parents of our students. Now, what exactly has Mrs Weasley done again?"
If possible, the scowl on Snape's face deepened as he replied, "She sent me a howler Dumbledore! A howler! To a Professor!"
Biting back a grin at what might have been in that howler considering the well known hostility between Ron Weasley and Snape that surely had reached Mrs Weasleys ears over the years, Dumbledore made a hum in acknowledgement of Snape's comment.
The dark haired man merely growled at the complete indifference from the Headmaster. As elegantly as an adult could, he huffed quietly.
Dumbledore smiled inwardly. It seemed he would have to resolve this particular friction between parent and Professor. If he did not he knew Severus would only become more vindictive towards the entire Weasley clan because of his frustration at Mrs Wealsey.
"What do you propose we do Severus to resolve this problem?"
Snape muttered a few choice obscenities under his breath featuring dipping the entire Weasley clan in ice and dying their 'hideous' hair a nice coal black.
Dumbledore smiled and coughed politely.
Snapes head shot up and embarrassment flashed there for a brief second before his indifferent mask was in place. "I have no conclusions to this problem." The last word was ground out between clenched teeth.
"Well, it seems yourself and Mrs Weasley should have a nice chat I think."
More than slight horror jumped onto Snapes face at the prospect of a chat with the fiery head Weasley. Snape may have been a double agent for many years and endured many the pain of the dark Lord, but facing an angry Weasley was on another level of horrors. He paled. "I think we can resolve the problem another way, perhaps you could talk to the woman."
Dumbledore chuckled at Snapes obvious displeasure at this idea. "Maybe you should owl her Severus?"
"I think it would be best if you-"
Dumbledore lifted a hand silencing Snape before he had finished his sentance. "Dinner is ready I do believe." Smiled the headmaster, very aware of what he had just begun, and how to solve the other problem wondering about the school grounds.