Seriously death... again?

Dumbles & The Welcoming Feast

I fall and roll across the floor outside of Dumbledore's office.

Smooth Harry.

I turn to look around and gratefully no one saw that embarrassing fall.

"Okay, now" I think aloud, "What was the password that was written on the owl?... shit,"

"Umm," I turn to the Gargoyle, "Fizzing Whizbee,"

Nothing.

"Toffee Eclairs,"

Nothing.

Goddamit.

"Cockroach clusters, butter beer, twizzlers, Wronski Feint, Sherbet Lemon, Ginger Newt, Acid Pops, Ho-,"

The doors found open. Acid pops then.

I enter and see Dumbledore in his study smiling amusingly while writing on some book. He probably saw that little encounter with the Gargoyle. I forgot he always knows who and what is happening outside his study. I'm convinced he's either got a camera or some spell there to allow him to watch over the area. The little shit didn't even come to my rescue.

He looks up as I walk over to Fawkes, "Hey girl, how are you," I say as I brush my fingers though her feathers," (A/U I'm making Fawkes a girl bc I kid you not only like two years ago I found out Fawkes is actually a boy. Lmao but I'm too attached to Fawkes being a girl)

She preens as my touch and let's out a gentle trill, leaning further against my hand.

Dumbledore smiles, "Fawkes almost always bites those who touch her without permission, so Mr. Peverell that's quite the feat,"

I obviously already knew this, and I am no exception to it either. That Phoenix was vicious with the bit of my finger. But the difference is that this is not my first time with Fawkes and somehow the intelligent Phoenix knows that. (A/N also the professors are the only ones that know of Hadrians last name rn obviously since he's about to be their student)

I look at Dumbledore and laugh, "My apologies for touching your Phoenix without permission,"

"Oh, it's no problem at all," he says with a knowing smile. I know that my last name probably worried him a bit, since it's a powerful name. He's probably glad I greeted Fawkes because it most likely eased any suspicion he had of me. Since Fawkes is a Phoenix she knows when someone with ill doings and intentions is standing near her, so when she gave me such a positive reaction, Dumbledore probably trusts me already. It's crazy the amount of trust he has in Fawkes.

"So, Mr. Peverell have a seat," he gestures to the open seat across from him.

I go over and sit down.

"Mr. Peverell do you know how we sort our students?" He asks with a smile.

I lie and say nervously, "No, I don't,"

"Aah, not to fret my boy. Typically, the sorting ceremony is done by a magical artifact that is placed on the students," he reaches down and pulls the hat from under his desk.

I stare at him with a 'you're serious?' face.

Dumbledore laughs at my expression, "the sorting hat is place on your head and it sorts you based off of your personality and actions it sees you do,"

I pause acting worried, "Wait, it performs legilimency?"

Dumbles looks surprised, "You're familiar with legilimency?"

"Yes, my mother and father had taught me the mind arts since I was young,"

"So, then you're familiar with Occlumeny?"