AIANES (Theodore Nott) H.P AU

Chapter One

Stepping inside the studio, Olympia's eyes do a quick scan of the familiar walls. She spots her grandfather sitting in his throne-like chair, a cigarette hanging from his lips while holding a glass of firewhiskey in his left hand.

A man sitting before him.

"Olympia, dear, let me introduce you to an old friend of mine." Says Apollo, switching from familiar Greek to foreigner English. The unnamed man nods in acknowledgement, but Olympia can only stare at the obvious curl that is now Apollo's mouth, his eyes are dark and quick to tell her that whoever stands before them, is no friend of theirs.

"Good evening, Miss Sarantos. Albus Dumbledore," He extends his hand. "It's a pleasure to finally meet you."

At that, Olympia gives him a quick and barely noticeable up and down scan, taking in as much of his appearance as possible while trying to decipher who Albus Dumbledore might be. She had heard of him before, but prior to that evening, they had never been introduced.

She knew he was a formidable English Wizard, he was old but well-spoken. And, apparently wore old fashioned robes from a designer Olympia couldn't recognize. But what makes her wary isn't the lack of expensive silks but rather the twinkle of mischief in his eyes.

Nonetheless, she smiles and shakes his hand firmly.

"The pleasure is all mine, Mr. Dumbledore."

"Albus here has a proposal for you, although I believe you will find it lacking of interest." Olympia's gaze narrows, trying to understand what the small gathering could be about before turning at the sound of Dumbledore's voice.

"We will let, Miss Sarantos, decide for herself. Right, Apollo?"

Her grandfather huffs, but motions for Dumbledore to proceed.

"Miss Sarantos, if you must know I am Headmaster of a wizarding school in Scotland. Hogwarts to be precise, I believe you have heard of it?"

"Well, yes — I have, especially regarding Slytherin House."

Dumbledore nods but a tiny snarl does not go unnoticed by either Apollo nor her. "Ah, yes. Slytherin, for the cunning, sly and ambitious. Your family's House for generations. Anyways, your grandfather has mentioned that you currently attend Ilvermorny, correct?"

Olympia nods. Her grandmother had shipped her off to America, as an attempt at avoiding humiliation had she been sorted into a different house just like her mother, Xenia, had.

"Yes — that's correct."

Dumbledore smiles knowingly at her. "I've heard great things from you, Miss Sarantos, but call me biased. I believe you would find Hogwarts to be much more suitable."

A loud clunk interrupts any further conversation from happening. Turning her head, Olympia can see the glass Apollo had been holding is now on the table, being so tightly gripped that she fears it might shatter.

"I think that is enough, Albus." There is warning behind Apollo's words. "As you can see, my granddaughter has her life in America. A transfer would only mean disrupting her studies and I will not have it."

Both men continue arguing back and forth, but Olympia can only focus on the buzzing inside her head as the blood rushes to her ears. She had dreamed of attending Hogwarts but never believed the opportunity would present to her. Still, disregarding the excitement within her body, her brows furrow as she stares at Dumbledore. She couldn't understand what made her so important that the Headmaster himself had seeked her out after four years.

"Olympia, are you listening?" Her grandfather's voice breaks the silence.

"Forgive me both. I must have drifted away." She clears her throat slightly. "Mind repeating yourself?"