Golden Flower of Hogwarts

Philosopher's 10

There shouldn't be a need to panic, it was just their head of house wanting to speak with him is all. But about what is the main question as Dudley thought about everything that happened this month; Harry and him had absentmindedly tossed quills into the ceiling during History of Magic - not like that left any repercussions due to the ghost teacher droning on about the goblin rebellion to have even noticed, so it couldn't have been that. Did she find out about the dog Harry mentioned that was hiding away in the forbidden corridor? Was his cousin going to get into trouble because of it?!

Sitting in Professor McGonagall's office, Dudley took to looking around at some of the moving pictures that were hung up on the wall instead of the woman that was sitting in front of him and calmly writing on some papers - probably some Transfiguration assignments if he had to guess. The silence was almost deafening between them before McGonagall set the quill she was using and straightened her glasses before turning to the boy.

"Mr. Dursley, I've noticed you've been using your cousin's wand for some time during exercise in class." She watched him nod. "Even after you were told to meet with me to assign you an older student to take you to Hogsmeade for a wand fitting."

"Err about that, I guess a lot has been happening that I kept forgetting..."

"That much I can see." She nodded. "It's understandable, you'd be surprised how often it takes a month to realize someone forgets something or another, quite common with the first years. For some reason, it's usually always toothbrushes that people forget to pack." She paused as she heard him slap his forehead. "Case in point, let me guess...mint gum?" she watched him nod. "I'll have Percy send word to the families after a brief bag inspection. Right now, we have bigger things to handle; like getting you to Hogsmeade to get your wand."

"I thought the visit there was for years three and up?" Dudley asked.

"Usually, yes." She agreed. "However, I am willing to bend a few things as I trust Miss Onai with this task, she may be a second year but damn if she isn't one of my best students next to Miss Granger and Mr Malfoy."

"So why can't I go with Hermione?"

"Because Miss Onai approached and asked me if she could take you to the nearby village." McGonagall said as if it were obvious.

Suppose she had a point, Dudley shrugged and nodded before following McGonagall out of the office and throughout the corridors of the castle until they got to central hall where he froze in his tracks at the stairs. The girl that he was convinced was trying to curse him was sitting at the mermaid statue with a book in hand and only looking up as McGonagall approached her.

He wasn't certain what it was with her; the curly black hair that was pulled back into a bun rested against her dark skin, the dark eyes that always had a light flutter to them whenever she looked his way. He could feel the effects of the curse hitting him; his heart was racing, he was frozen in place, his mouth was dry, and he could feel his hands getting wet from sweat. Despite how he appeared, McGonagall still called him over, her stern voice was enough for Dudley to force himself to approach the two.

"Now then, Miss Onai, you're familiar with one of our lions, Dudley." McGonagall introduced.

The girl nodded and smiled at him. "Yes, I believe I am." she held her hand out. "It's nice to meet you, I'm Natsai."

Yep, he was still cursed and hearing her name didn't help one bit. "It's...nice to meet you Natsai." he stiffly shook her hand.

McGonagall nodded and motioned to the door. "Now then, it's straight to Ollivanders and back here. No detours to anywhere else, is that understood?"

"Yes Professor." Natsai assured her. "We will be back before the lunch hour."

"See to it then." She gave a light curt nod before leaving the two alone and going up the stairs to another wing of the school.