I knew the moment I first kissed him, that he would condemn me, that I would drag myself through broken glass for him. I just was not sure if he would stay long enough to pull the jagged pieces out.
I never imagined that instead, he would push the...
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"How have you been faring lately, Miss Laurent?"
The Transfiguration classroom was unusually empty as the former- or well, the future- headmaster settled in his chair, and I felt forced to meet Albus Dumbledore's all-knowing, atwinkle eyes. I silently wished he would skip the small talk and dive into the questions I was sure he had in store for me.
"I have been well, considering the circumstances. To be honest sir, I am quite surprised you did not ask me to meet earlier." I admitted, shifting in my chair, my impatience unhidden.
His lips turned up in a knowing smile and his hand reached into his pocket to get a lemon drop. "I decided to give you time to adjust and make progress before pestering you." He explained, popping the candy into his mouth after offering me one, which I took gingerly.
I nodded her head in understanding, grateful at his consideration. "Well, Riddle is curious about me, that is certain, yet I have to admit I have not made progress in terms of getting closer to him." I sighed, my hands running through my hair in irritation. "He is very infuriating."
Dumbledore rubbed a hand over his beard, gesturing for her to continue.
"Every time I feel like I take a tiny step closer to accomplishing something with him, he does something very...vexing and I retaliate, which in turn makes him furious and then we both end up where we began. It is like going in circles and not reaching anywhere." I rambled. " Truly maddening."
The wise man listened patiently to her frustrated rant, folding his hands in front of him calmly. Undeniably his long years of experience with dangerous and corrupt beings had taught him the routes of handling them, yet as the younger version of Dumbledore stared at me, I wondered just how different this version of him was. "What do you think his motives are?" He asked at last, seemingly curious about my hypothesis.
I took a moment to pretend to ponder; though the answer was right at the top of my mind. "To manipulate me and find out what I am hiding. He is very adamant on trying to get into my mind." It was true, he would try to pry his way into my mind every chance he got, trying to catch me off guard. My hand subconsciously clutched the delicate pendant resting on my collarbone, the necklace that was gifted by Abraxas becoming an object of comfort for me.
"He is a Legilimens," Dumbledore stated, resting his chin on the back o this hand in thought. "I suspected it, of course, and now my suspicions have been confirmed." A pensive look glazed over his eyes as he thought over this new information.
It was right at that instant that my mind shifted its focus, making me vision a meeting at this very same setting, but with me depicting crucial information that would be enough to send me back with my promised reward, back to my real life. The idea almost veiled my vision with tears.
