Dumbledore took Angel to his office; they stood at the entrance, "Liquorice wand!" Dumbledore bellowed. The golden eagle spun slowly, raising some steps for them, leading them to the door of his office. Dumbledore looked at Angel, "Why climb steps when you can simply... let them lead you?" he said wisely, his eyes again twinkling. Dumbledore winked and the two stepped up to the second step and allowed the magical entrance to do its work. Angel smiled, Dumbledore smiled back warmly.

Meanwhile in Severus' office, Severus sat at his desk, muttering bitterly to himself. "Owned... by Dumbledore... again... too great of a wizard for his own good... Gryffindors... wait until I am headmaster... he will see how it feels to be stood up to! They're gone now... all. My. Urk..."

He closed his eyes in frustration, not with just how the detention went but also, knowing he had, again jumped to the wrong conclusion, proving to himself that sometimes Gryffindors can be good... something he would never admit out loud, let alone; himself... since he met James during his time in Hogwarts. At the thought of James, he pulled out his wand, "expecto Patronum!" he said quietly.
He watched the silver doe, blankly as it galloped around his office. A small feeling of a smile formed in his heart. Once the doe faded, he stood to his feet, grabbed some parchment and continued on with his paperwork before his next class.

Dumbledore and Angel entered Dumbledore's office; as soon as they entered, Dumbledore looked at Harry and nodded in greeting. "Sit down, Angel. Oh and do feel free to indulge in some Sherbet Lemon; I see Harry also has a packet of Bertie Botts." he said, bowing his head towards Harry again. He sat in his own chair, leant back and rested his legs on his desk, twiddling his thumbs resting on his stomach, smiling pleasantly at the two of them.

Angel smiled and sat down, Harry followed; sitting beside her in the seats opposite Dumbledore.

Dumbledore smiled, "So tell me, Angel... you say you remember being in the greenhouse before heading to the library? Was there anything before that? Do you remember anything of yesterday?"

"EEEUUK" Harry suddenly yelled, louder than he had intended, making a face of disgust.

Angel nodded, "Professor, my memory has been gone for almost a week now. It just started coming back... slowly."

Dumbledore looked at Harry, amused, "Something wrong, Harry?" he asked and nodded at Angel, "A week you say? Was there any sort of... accident you can think of?" he asked her, 'must not give away any clues to what happened- it is better for one to think for themselves.'

Harry, once he had pulled himself together, spat the jellybean out and held it up, "just dirt, sir." he said simply.

Angel laughed quietly at Harry's comment, looked at Dumbledore and shook her head, "All I remember is waking up in the hospital wing, not remembering anything."

Dumbledore looked at Harry amused, and chuckled, "I believe you without proof, Harry." he said and winked, leant back further in his chair and locked his fingers together, listening to Angel. "So you woke up in hospital not remembering anything?" Dumbledore asked, more amused than curious, "Were you, by any means, in a duel with someone who knocked you out or obliviated you?" he asked, looking at her rather knowingly but not giving off any detail that he knew what happened.

Harry grinned, "I know, sir, but seriously... try it! It's disgusting!" he said, making a face as he held the jellybean out towards Dumbledore.

Angel thought for a moment, trying her hardest to ignore Harry; she always found it a huge struggle to not laugh when Harry was around, she shook her head, "I don't know, sir."

Dumbledore looked at Harry; "Dirt flavour you say?" he asked amused, flicked his wand at the jellybean, making it completely whole and uneaten. He took the jellybean from Harry, popped it into his mouth and chewed it. Once he'd swallowed the jellybean, he looked at Harry, "Better than vomit, I must say." he said, winked and looked at Angel, "Now, Angel. You don't remember any battles, whatsoever?"

Harry looked at Dumbledore highly amused, "You ate my jellybean! You ate it!" he mused. "Vomit would be worse... but, at least it's actual food."

Angel laughed at Harry slightly; she was too focused on getting her memory back, "no sir." she said, shaking her head.

"Ah... but, Harry; a jellybean is food!" Dumbledore said, smiling cheekily, he looked at Angel somewhat seriously- it was hard to keep serious in an atmosphere with Harry around. "Perhaps we could try the pensieve... just maybe the memory might still be there."

Angel nodded.

Harry looked at Dumbledore, then at Angel and laughed, "Point taken... but sir, if she's been obliviated then wouldn't that mean the pensieve wouldn't work?" he asked, frowning in thought.

Angel blinked.

Dumbledore nodded at Angel and looked at Harry knowingly, "Ah, yes Harry. It would indeed mean the pensieve won't work for she would have no memory of the event... but being me has its advantages. It is unwise to doubt the wise." he winked.

Angel looked at the two of them confused.

'He's Dumbledore. What more could I expect?' Harry asked himself. Dumbledore had not called himself wise, but had called himself how Harry saw him- the wisest man he had ever known. He swallowed, just going with the man he trusted, knowing there would be something behind these words.

'What's going on?' Angel thought to herself.

Dumbledore looked at Angel and smiled, "Confused?"

'Obviously...' Harry thought, looking at Angel.

Angel chuckled, "Big time."

Dumbledore chuckled, "I would be surprised if you weren't." he said as he stood to his feet and walked over to a cabinet. "Come- come over here." he said, gesturing to Angel with his hand.

Angel stood up and walked over to Dumbledore with Harry.

'Worth a try...' Harry thought as he munched another Bertie Bott. 'Hm... Pudding...'

Dumbledore opened the cabinet and watched as the pensieve glided towards them. "I trust you are familiar with this?" he said to Angel, smiling, knowing full well she wasn't. 'I would doubt she is.'

Angel frowned and shook her head, "Sorry sir. I'm not."

'No. She... yum; I like pudding... wouldn't be... she's... *munch* ...been *munch* ...obliv- *swallow* -iated or something.' Harry thought through eating his pudding flavoured Bertie Bott.

"I would be rather amused if you had." Dumbledore said simply. 'If she can't remember anything past yesterday; she certainly wouldn't remember if she'd used one of these or not.' he thought as he drew his wand and pointed it at Angel's head, searching for the most recent past memory. Once he'd found it, he drew it out with his wand and put it into the pensieve. "This will tell us... dip your head in. I will follow."