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” I screamed, aware of the rise and fall of my chest as I stabbed my fingers in my palms to keep from clobbering the clueless guard or knocking his head off on the spot. “On-on the chief guard’s orders Majesty sir, The Dark Mage was none too pleased about it either,” He whispered, drawing circles in the stone with his foot as the cold spring of dread built in my chest. Hagrid? Surely not...The man had been like a brother to me. Why, I treated him well didn't I? There was no reason for Hagrid to tell the Mage to leave when he knew it would have created a rift. I felt my lips tear into a wide grin, patting the guard on his shoulder and shouldering past, my eyes fixed on the wide mouth of the w

Theon When I arrive with Kellin and Haden, Ophelia, Leita and Kiran are in my study, conferring with the Headmistress of the Witches Guild. The Headmistress looks serious, her eyes hard as she talks in a low tone. As soon as we enter, the witches turn to us. “Headmistress,” I say as a greeting while bowing my head towards her. “I'm sure you've heard of what we discovered.”

Maleficent the Glutton was now clad in a black dress paired with black net stockings and black high-heeled boots. In her right hand was a lily, Headmaster Kirk’s favorite flower. She stood among the students and faculty members of Transylvania Academy. But unlike those around her, she watched the memorial service of the academy’s father under his most beloved tree Ygdrasil with dry eyes.

After she finally stopped yelping in pain, she chanted another spell which made our blood in the goblet cluster to form a round shape, thereafter it began to levitate in the air before it vanished into thin air. Regardless of how spooky I felt this magic was, I was relieved that at least it worked for us. “It is done,” Maggie said as we watched all our wounds from the cut heal. I took the goblet and cleaned it even though it was clean, then I kept it back in my wine cabinet. “So what next?” Damien asked me and I sighed knowing that there would be no backing out from this any longer. “We all dress casually except Maggie and Maeve who will be attending the ceremony, and then we shall all meet

With a sigh, I follow perfect Clarrisa. We exit the office into a glass-lined corridor, Clarrisas heels click loudly on the cream marble floor. Everything feels too bright and shiny. I'd hate to be the cleaner here, there must be a whole army of cleaners to keep all the glass and marble clean. Clarrisa leads me to an elevator and I let an audible breath as I remember my last elevator ride before I was kidnapped by a sexy, rude, jerk of a… wizard? Then I snort laugh as I think about what is happening. I'm in freaking Hogwarts, and that makes Mr Collins Professor Dumbledore. Clarrisa gives me a disapproving side-eye. “Sorry, it's been a wild day,” I explain.

I snapped as I picked up back my file to continue what I was going through. "But things are about to change, I hope you know that??" He scowled as he turned around to look at me. "Okay, why give me such a face??" I snapped as I looked at him. "I fear Dumbledore wouldn't be able to keep her cool, you know how troublesome he could be and not going far, he will be a pin in her ass. But why are you being so kind and f*cking nice to him??" He scowled as he walked down to where I was seated.

"Ah, the scar, yes. It could have been the mark, but it is not. And do you know why, Mr. Dumbledore? Because he had already marked the child before the scar was done. The protection that the kid's mother had crafted and fueled with her life force worked perfectly, and held back a second instance of 'mark as his equal' long enough that it could be removed. You must have seen Mr. Potter and Professor McGonagall exiting the Headmaster's office, didn't you?" Erik explained and then asked Dumbledore. "Yes, Minerva seemed furious and when I tried to talk with her, she dismissed me and protected Mr. Potter behind her." Dumbledore replied while deflating when talking about his friend's reaction to h