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Writer: Mischief Managed33
"Hello, I'm Professor Filius Flitwick, but you can call me Professor Flitwick. You must be Emma Belin, yes?"
Emma looked uncertainly at the strange man. She couldn't decide between calling for her mom, or talking to the strange person who called himself a professor.
Professor Flitwick seemed to notice the hesitation in her stance. "Your mother already knows I'm here. She's the one who let me in after all," he commented, correctly guessing the reason of doubt.
Emma still looked slightly worried, but she couldn't resist talking to him. He dressed entirely out of date, and he was obviously not a professor from a normal school.
"Yes," Emma nodded, "I am Emma Belin. Since you're a professor, I imagine you came here to talk about school?" she deduced. She had always prided herself on her powers of deduction. Being an artist, you always had to pay attention to details.
The professor smiled, "An observation worthy of a Ravenclaw. Perhaps you will be a new addition to my house." he said, now officially showing interest in Emma. Seeing Emma's look of confusion, he took the chance to introduce her to the wizarding world.
Flitwick repositioned himself on the bed and began. "Emma, the school I have come to talk to you about, is named Hogwarts." Filius made a point to see how she reacted to the name. To his surprise, she didn't show any sign that the name was humorous. "It is a school for... gifted people, like you."
"Like me? Emma asked, genuinely confused. "Do you mean my sketches? Hardly anyone knows about them." she said quietly, looking around the smothered walls.
"No, Emma not your sketches, though those are quite incredible. Let me ask you, whenever you were feeling a particularly strong emotion, did anything strange happen?"
Emma frowned, now that she thought about it, strange things did seem to always happen around her. That was one of the reasons she didn't have any friends, everyone thought she was a freak. "Yes, now that you mention it, that does happen quite frequently."
"And, those incidences when they happen, can you explain how they occur?" Emma shook her head no. "That, Emma, is your gift. And, we like to call it magic."