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↱ in which it only goes downhill from here
"THEN EVERYTHING WAS NORMAL."
Professor McGonagall stared down at her own folded hands.
Scarlett didn't know who else to go to.
Taking matters to Dumbledore seemed a bit too serious for her little episode. Her head of house, Snape, wasn't even on her list to begin with. And her and Professor Lupin weren't close enough.
So, once her vision cleared up and the snowy alleyway came back into view, she fled to Professor McGonagalls office with a pounding headache and severe nausea.
So far, the professor hadn't said a thing, as Scarlett burst into her office in a panic.
After her outburst, McGonagall, ushered her away from the door where she was standing anxiously, and to a seat across from her own.
"Have a biscuit," she said, pushing a basket towards her.
The two sat in silence for a moment. McGonagall looked calculatingly at her.
Her nerves had never been so high. Scarlett could only think back to when she got adopted the first time, sitting in Sue's office across from her soon-to-be caretakers as they both stared down at her like they were internally picking her apart. It was one of the worst things she'd ever experienced.
The few minutes of aching silence, a man and woman dressed far too proper to be in such a horrible part of France, they could only stare. Scarlett later found out that they'd only adopted her to look good for the public, like she was some charity case orphan who desperately needed parents.
All they'd done for her was shove all their stupid proper-ness down her throat; which meant no slouching, no talking out of turn, no thoughts of her own.
"Miss Toussaint?"
Scarlett was suddenly aware of her shaky breath, her leg bouncing up and down under the table, her hand that fiddled with the rings on her fingers.
She gulped, slowing down her breathing and putting on a small smile, "yes?"
McGonagall stared at her once more, before giving her a sad smile. "No need to panic, Toussaint. As for your... well I can't assume anything yet. I'll have to speak with Dumbledore."
Scarlett nodded, the words caught in her throat. She stood up quickly, walking out of the suddenly suffocating office.
