The Marauders and the Fallen Bird |Pre Harry Potter| ON HOLD since 08/13

Albus Dumbledore's Visit

Evelyn stayed silent in all of her classes, trying not to draw attention to herself. The predicament was much the same as the day before, her thick ponytail sticking to the back of her neck.

Mrs. Gonzalez droned on and on about mathematics as Evelyn drew on a spare piece of parchment. The lines swirled and combined, shaded and squared. Soon, the image could be easily seen, it's face in exact detail.

Evelyn was drawing the strange man in her dream, his wrinkles in the right place and the right shape. When she finished off the picture with a signature, Evelyn smiled at the likeness of the image. His face was in perfect proportion to the rest of his robed body, the folds and creases making him look three-dimensional and there.

A hand quickly ripped away the drawing and Evelyn was startled to see everyone staring at her and Mrs. Gonzalez holding tightly onto her piece of artwork.

"And what is this?" Mrs. Gonzalez questioned, fuming.

"A sketch. May I please have it back?"

"Who is it of?" The Hispanic teacher interrogated, attempting to hide her amazement and failing.

"Someone in my dreams." Evelyn stated blandly, glancing at the clock in hope. Mrs. Gonzalez stared at the young and fairly pretty girl, her face hollow and sunken in. Bruises were formed on her thin wrists.

Evelyn noted Mrs. Gonzalez's lingering eyes on her wrists. Why was she staring if she was the one to inflict the bruises?

Suddenly, there was a loud rapping on the door, and the annoying secretary peeked her head in the doorway to catch Mrs. Gonzalez's attention. The mouse-like woman gulped and signaled for Mrs. Gonzalez to walk over.

The woman next to Evelyn with tanned skin and dark eyes made her way over to the pale and sickly looking woman on the other side of the room.

"I-I need Miss Jones," The high pitched voice of the secretary stuttered as she delivered the information. "Someone is here to see her." Everyone's head whipped around to face Evelyn as she sat, frozen with shock.

Someone was here to see her?

Every other girl seemed to be thinking the same thing, because they broke off into whispered conversations, sending worried and anxious peeks in Evelyn's direction.

Evelyn sighed defeatedly and lifted herself from the chair, dragging her feet against the tile floor as she made her way to the two older women. Her messenger bag with her books and art supplies slapped against her thin thigh.

The air was thick with tension as the secretary got a firm grip on her upper arm and dragged her out of the room. Evelyn's head hung low as she attempted to figure out what was going on.

They said someone was here to see her, but who could it be?

The corridors seemed impossibly long as Evelyn was dragged to the headmistress's office. The sun shined through the windows in the hallway, lighting everything up for one split moment until it darkened again, adding to the tension.

"Enter." The secretary shoved Evelyn through the now open door, causing her to stumble into the office. The feeling of suffocation was the same in here as it had been everywhere else, if not stronger.

Headmistress Umbridge sat in her chair at her desk, her hands clasped fretfully together. An old man sat on the bench, the back of his head covered in gray-nearly-white hair. He was wearing an interesting blue pinstriped suit. He had a long beard that was the same color as his hair and bright blue eyes seen through half-moon spectacles.

"You! I've seen you before! How are you here?" Evelyn gasped in shock, her hands flying to her mouth. Her head began to spin and she felt light-headed. The man, Dumbledore, merely watched her in interest, taking in her form and appearance.