Lucille Rose Potter

Chapter 61

"Inigo Imago..." Lucy frowned at her schedule, "I've seen that name somewhere."

"Where do you have to go?" Sawyer asked.

"That empty classroom on the fourth floor," Lucy answered, "I can't remember where I heard that name before."

"I wish I could help," Sawyer said apologetically, "but I've never heard that name before."

"Well I'll find out soon enough," Lucy said as they walked down the staircase.

"Do you want me to wait?" Sawyer asked.

Lucy stared at him, "for three hours?"

Sawyer shrugged, "I've got some time, and some homework."

"Sawyer, there is absolutely no need to sit outside of a classroom for three hours." Lucy laughed, "I'll be fine."

"I know you will," Sawyer smiled.

The walk down to the fourth floor was quicker than Lucy would've liked.

Sawyer waved as she opened the classroom door, closing it behind her.

"Ah, Ms. Potter, it's a pleasure to finally meet you."

A frail old man sat on a cushion on the floor in the center of the room.

"Please, join me," he gestured to the cushion across from him.

Lucy set down her tote bag before lowering herself onto the ground.

"Tell me, Lucille, have you ever heard of a tea ceremony?" He looked up with deep indigo eyes that hazed with age.

"No, sir," she whispered as she watched him work with a green powder.

"A custom I picked up during my time in Japan," he explained, "We're preparing matcha, a traditional Japanese tea ceremony is a bonding experience between a host and their guests. It also brings inner peace and zen."

He stopped working for a moment, sitting back to examine Lucy.

"I must say, Lucille Potter, I've heard an extensive amount about you...however, you're nowhere what I was expecting."

"Is that a bad thing?"

"Oh, my dear, no," he chuckled, "you're so much more, the power eminent in you is...intriguing to say the least."

He mixed the cup and offered it.

"I am Inigo Imago, author of The Dream Oracle, and your personal tutor for as long as you may need me."

"Nice to meet you, Professor Imago," Lucy said.

"Inigo, I am your mentor, not your professor, we will not use such formal titles with one another."

"Very well, Inigo," she nodded.

He put down his cup and clasped his hands in his lap.

"Our lessons will be at this time every Wednesday, however they are not limited to then, I will be available to you at any time for any situation."

"What do you mean?" Lucy asked.

"Albus Dumbledore hired me however, my loyalty lies with you. Everything you confide in me remains confidential."

Lucy's eyes widened, "I really appreciate that, sir."

"My job is to make your life easier, I would be failing you if you couldn't trust me...now, today, let's just use this time to get to know each other."

"I would like that," Lucy said sweetly.

"Brilliant!" Inigo clapped, "well, I'll start us off, I was a Ravenclaw when I was studying at Hogwarts. When I graduated, I travelled, and eventually settled in America. I perfected my divination skills, landed a teaching position at Ilvermorny. I wrote my book, retired, and one thing led to another and here we are."