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( 𝔳𝔬𝔩𝔲𝔪𝔢 𝔦, 𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖗𝖙𝖊𝖊𝖓 ) — laments of a last name
It must have been about nine o'clock when Snape had collected Evangeline from the Slytherin common room. The two marched in silence, only stopping before a large and, in her opinion, an extremely ugly stone gargoyle.
''Lemon drop,'' he drawled. This must have been the password, because the statue sprung suddenly to life and hopped aside as the wall behind him split into two. Even full of dread for what could be coming, the brunette couldn't fail to be amazed. Behind the wall was a spiral staircase that was moving smoothly upwards, like an escalator. Evangeline stepped onto it at Snape's command, before he took his leave and the wall closed back up behind him. She rose upward in circles, higher and higher, until at last, slightly dizzy, she saw a gleaming oak door ahead, with a brass knocker in the shape of a griffin.
Dumbledore's office was by far the most interesting out of any of the other teachers. It was a spacious and beautiful circular room, full of funny little noises. A number of curious silver instruments stood on spindle-legged tables, whirring and emitting tiny puffs of smoke. The walls were covered with portraits of old headmasters and headmistresses, all of whom were snoozing gently in their frames. There was also an enormous, claw-footed desk, and, sitting on a shelf behind it was a shabby, tainted wizard's hat — the Sorting Hat.
''Good evening,'' Dumbledore greeted, peering over at Evangeline's awed expression over his half-moon spectacles. ''I have been expecting you, Miss Rosier.''
''Good evening,'' she returned, taking the seat in front of the wizard. ''I must say, I do not have the faintest idea as too why I have been called into your office, headmaster.''
''Ah, not to worry,'' he replied, his blue eyes twinkling. ''That is exactly what we shall be discussing.'' Dumbledore took a pause, glancing down at the sheets of parchment in front of him. ''Professor Flitwick tells me you are quite exceptional at Charms — his best student, in fact, even running rings around the Ravenclaws.''
Evangeline smiled, her cheeks heating up slightly at the praise. Since first year, Charms had been her thing, but never would she have thought it was good enough to be brang to Dumbledore's attention. ''Yes, it has always been my best subject. I got an Outstanding for it on my NEWT's.''
''Along with Defence Against the Dark Arts, Potions, Transfiguration, History of Magic, Astronomy, and Study of Ancient Runes, I see.''
''That is correct.''
Dumbledore nodded thoughtfully, like the cogs in his brain were whirring into overdrive. ''Hogwarts prides itself on marvelous examination results, Miss Rosier, but it is rare that we receive such high grades in so many subjects from an individual at one time. Professor Flitwick has decided Ravenclaw house needs his full attention, which is why I want to offer you a position here, at Hogwarts, as Charms professor. ''
