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This chapter is slightly longer than the previous ones.
Chapter Three: The settling of affairs
SPOV
"Severus I believe you do not have any classes tomorrow?" O no, no, no, no. He cannot make me! I refuse! I will not do it! Quick think of something, anything. "That is correct Albus." What?! Why on earth did I say that?! "Good, so you can accompany Miss Jane to Diagon Alley tomorrow." "But of course. I also have some final shopping to do. I hope Miss Jane does not mind getting up early?" Here we go now you have done it, instead of avoiding the girl you just agreed to be her chaperone, well done Severus. But maybe she does mind getting up early. "No problem at all sir. What time did you have in mind and where shall we meet?" "At eight o'clock in the Front Hall?" "Very well." "Very good. Now the final matter that we have to address is the question in which year we are going to place Miss Jane. Looking at her magical abilities I believe that she is fit for seventh year, but maybe sixth year is a better option in case she still needs some theory." Sixth or seventh year?! I would rather have her placed in fourth year, in that case she would not leave in merely a year.
JPOV
"I would rather have her placed in fourth year, in that case she would not leave in merely a year," I heard him think. Okay now it was time to reveal myself as a legilimence. "I'll take that as a compliment professor," I whispered back and I sent him a complimentary wink. O the look on his face was absolutely priceless! His countenance told me that he was not sure how to proceed now that he realised that I mastered the art of Legilimency. Unfortunately I was unable to hear his reply to my comment, he must have realised that he had to be careful around me from now on. Dumbledore looked at me, then at Professor Snape, then back at me, smirking and his eyes twinkling like Christmas lights. I wonder if he is a legilimence too. McGonagall scraped her throat to edge the Headmaster on. "So, in which year do we place her Albus?" "I believe that sixth year is best for now, at least for the coming month. You can all evaluate Miss Jane during this period and then we can discuss whether she is ready for seventh year or not." That seemed reasonable. "A few last things, Miss Jane is of age and therefore she does not have a curfew, also Miss Jane you are allowed to visit Hogsmead at any time as long as you inform one of us when you leave and when you have returned. Lastly, you will have your own set of chambers on the fifth floor near Ravenclaw Tower. I thought that maybe you were not that interested in sharing a dormitory with five teenage girls." "You are quite correct Headmaster, I am not. Thank you very much for the privilege." "No problem at a my girl. Filius would you be so kind as escort Miss Jane to her chambers and help her with Sir Henry?" "But of course Albus. Come along Miss Jane."
And so I followed Professor Flitwick out of the Great Hall and up five flights of stairs. We walked through some of the castle's chilly corridors and stopped right next to a winding staircase. There was a painting on the wall, it was quite a large painting the size of a good sized window. On it was a beautiful nineteenth century library with high walls filled with leather bound books. A fireplace stood at the center of the left wall and seemed to be crackling happily. Next to the fireplace stood a red wingback chair with a mahogany side table next to it. On the table a glass of what seemed to be brandy, and in the chair a middle aged man reading a book. "Sir Henry," Professor Flitwick called. "I have the new student here who is to inhabit your chambers." The reading man looked up from his book. He must not have been more than forty years old. "Ah, finally a new occupant! And a handsome woman she is too." "Miss Jane, Sir Henry Pollock, Sir Henry, Miss Jane uhm uhm.." "Groenhorst, but please call me Jane." "Miss Jane, very nice to make your acquaintance. What would you like to be your password?" "Ah, I believe my help is now longer needed. I will leave you in Sir Henry's capable hands. Goodnight Miss Jane." Before I could thank him and wish him a good night, Professor Flitwick had disappeared into the next corridor. "Miss Jane, what would you like to be your password?" Sir Henry asked again. "Mm let me think, what do you think of Austen?" "Austen?" "Yes, after Jane Austen, she is one of my favourite authors." "Ah a writer, a very good choice indeed, I myself am very fond of books." "Yes I can see that. Although I would love to chat with you some more I have to get up early tomorrow, so I would like to go to bed." "But of course how inconsiderate of me! Entrée, Miss Jane."
The chambers I walked into were beautiful. Everything was decorated in a style similar to Sir Henry's library. Dark wooden floors, but instead of red, deep blue curtains and rugs. I discovered that I had my own personal bathroom, with a modern shower and and old fashioned bathtub with claw feet. Everything in here was ivory and gold. A beautiful Baroque mirror hung above the sink. My bed was a good queen size four poster bed of mahogany with deep blue curtains and a golden satin bedspread that was embroidered with royal blue forget-me-nots. A fireplace was on the opposite side of the room and next to it were several mahogany bookcases which once filled will serve as my own miniature library. A mahogany desk, a wingback chair, a settee and a mahogany coffee table and dresser completed the room. My suitcase stood by the bed, empty and already unpacked. After brushing my teeth and finding my nightgown, I slipped into bed. Yes I think I can get used to this…