The room was round and dimly lit, made out of bricks of stone.
In the center sat a huge desk cluttered with inkwells, feather quills, parchment, strange objects, and bubbling bottles. To the right of them sat a gorgeous Phoenix, and behind the enormous desk was... A Dumbledore look alike? He appeared to be knitting a sweater.
"Brienna... There is a guy living in your sister's room." Heidi stood stock still, staring at the homeless Dumbledore man. Dumbledore paused clicking his knitting needles to peer at them through his half-moon spectacles.
"My, what a strange entrance." He barely seemed phased by their sudden appearance.
"Heidi, my sister's room is completely empty. Something isn't right."
Dumbledore watched them curiously.
"Please, take a seat and tell me; how is Kansas this time of year? And why did you choose to leave it?"
This guy was nutso. Heidi couldn't help but wonder if he was dangerous. He was certainly a Harry Potter fan though, and those were usually harmless.
"Umm... Well, sir." Brienna began, taking a seat in a chair across from the old man. "I haven't the faintest idea what Kansas is like this time of year. We're from Wisconsin."
Brienna was surprised she could speak at all. Why was she trying to reason with a strange man living in her house? She sent a "what in the name of God is going on?" look to Heidi. Heidi began nonchalantly petting the fire-red bird. She began to make faces at it. Sometimes Brienna wanted to smack her. Dumbledore-guy sent an amused look over to Heidi and chuckled softly. "Ah, Wisconsin. Known for its wonderful cheese."
"Haha... Yeah…" Brienna said awkwardly. Was she the only sane person in this room? she thought. What is going on? Why is Dumbledore talking about cheese? Why were they in his office? Where was the tunnel they just crawled through? And what was Heidi doing to that poor bird?
"Heidi! Stop poking the bird!" Brienna tried whispering to her.
"Ow! It bit me!" She screamed.
"No shit, Sherlock!" Dumbledore cleared his throat to regain our attention. Brienna gave him an apologetic look for both Heidi and her own cursing, and Dumbledore smiled warmly at her.
"Is that Fawkes?" Heidi asked Dumbledore, leaving the Phoenix and joining Brienna by the desk.
"Why, yes. You are very intuitive. However did you know that?" He tucked his knitting away and leaned forward; interested. Heidi crossed her legs professionally.
"Well, you see, Brienna and I are experts at divination." Brienna shot her a confused look, but Dumbledore looked absolutely amused.
"Then I daresay you would make excellent friends with Sybill Trelawney. She teaches the divine arts here at Hogwarts. Oh, is that why you're here? Would you like to enroll this year?"
Brienna and Heidi glanced at each other, wide-eyed. Then they started blabbering at the same time. "We can't, we aren't actually magic-" "-Bought this key, well actually it was free-" "-Crawled into my closet-" "-Big fan of the series-" "-Should be getting back soon-" "-Wish we could stay and save Sirius.." They doubted that they made any sense at all, but Dumbledore nodded back and forth at them, listening intently. When they had finished, he leaned back in his chair and stroked his beard thoughtfully. "I see... that's quite a puzzle. So are you saying you got sucked into a popular book/movie series starring my best pupil?" They gaped at him. "It... umm would appear that way." said Brienna. "Quite fascinating. So you already know that I'm-" "Albus Dumbledore... Yeah." Heidi finished for him. His eyes twinkled as he looked at the two.