The founders of Hogwarts, combined had the power to create, destroy and conquer, power beyond a muggles wildest dreams. Hogwarts was their home, their joy and when they discovered its future destiny, a war prophesied to murder youths and obliterate...
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The surfaces in Professor Umbridge's office were draped in lacy covers and cloths, and several vases of dried flowers stood on doilies around the room. One wall housed a collection of ornamental plates, each decorated with a large technicolour kitten wearing a different bow around its neck-- Lavinia decided that it was one of the most hideous rooms she'd ever had the misfortune of sitting within and that was truly a miracle in itself. Umbridge had somehow managed to take the rotten pink infestation from inside her head and splash it around Hogwarts. Lavinia was outraged that she'd tainted her precious home in such a way.
"Now," Umbridge smiled, an expression that looked distinctly like a toad. She coughed a little giggle and kept talking. Everything about this woman looked as though it had been crafted from Lavinia's worst nightmares. Umbridge was a nightmare nobody ever even dared dream-- wrapped in vomit-worthy pink. "How about you and I have a nice little chat, Lavinia," she said that name as though she didn't believe it was hers and Lavinia's suspicion grew.
Was this the end? Would the Basilisks be abandoned? The Hufflepuff Labyrinth dormant, never to be found? Lavinia inwardly shook herself and reminded herself what her Gryffindor father had taught her about interrogations, that is what this now seemed to be. Umbridge couldn't know everything or Lavinia would already be on her way out of Hogwarts, victims of interrogation usually doomed themselves by revealing too much. She needed to feign ignorance and when that didn't work, feign it some more.
"Have some tea," Umbridge smiled, pushing it into Lavinia's hands and the girl startled where she sat, realising that Umbridge had managed to make it without her noticing. She was already slipping her guards and she was better than this. She refused to sink to that level, she wouldn't fold and soon enough, Umbridge would send her from the office without whatever information she was sniffing for. "Drink up," she gestured and Lavinia turned it toward her lips, instantly smelling the Veritaserumin it, the potion was colour and odourless to a human but Lavinia wasn't just any witch. Feigning a sip, she smiled politely at Umbridge again.
"I'm sorry, Professor, am I in trouble?" she questioned, watching the woman take a seat behind the desk. She knew how to play the picture-perfect role of student and Umbridge smiled back at her... That had to be a good sign, right?
"That remains to be seen," oh lord, "Now, Lavinia, please tell me about your father,"
"I am sure I haven't a clue what you're talking about, Professor, my father's name was Robert Matthews and he died this summer," she frowned, shaking her head, holding up her act with everything that she had. Umbridge flickered her gaze down to Lavinia's cup-- a cup she'd made a point of using magic to slightly empty. Lavinia had enough tricks up her sleeve to best Umbridge as long as she stayed focused.
"I can see that you are confused, Lavinia," she tried and the daughter of Hogwarts just frowned again, what was this? Dumbledore had created her identity, she had to trust that he hadn't been a complete imbecile in doing it. "I know that this may be hard to hear," okay? This was heading in a different direction than she'd expected. That didn't, however, mean that it was heading in the wrong direction. Better this than the truth-- she hoped. "But your father is not who you thought he was,"
