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I had decided to stay in the clothes I wore last night. Or, I guess really early this morning. Seeing no point in changing into something else.

Minerva and I make our way into what she said was called the Great Hall. It's where they eat, along with any big events happening are usually held in here. We walk in through the bid doors, some students already eating breakfast. It's not as full as it was last night, but there's still quite a few students. I notice, as I walk but them, the clothes they are wearing. White shirts, sweater vests, ties, either red, yellow, blue, or green. Over that, they had long robes. Quite a curious uniform for students, but then again, they use sticks for magic instead of their hands.

As I walk by, more and more students notice my presence. Stopping their conversations to get a better look at me. Confused as to why I'm walking beside one of their professors up to the table where the other professors sit to eat.

Minerva offers me an empty spot next to her and food appears in front of us. I begin to fill my plate, noticing the last few professors coming in and taking their seats.

It seemed all at once, the rest of the students began to file in, some look confused. According to Minerva, Dumbledore had called them in to introduce me and tell them why I'm here. And that normally, breakfast and lunch are times where the students come when they have time. Not like dinner where they eat all together.

She told me that when Dumbledore does finish introducing me, I need to stand for a moment and smile. She said I don't need to say anything to them if I don't wish to.

Dumbledore rises from his seat and walks to his podium. Students quiet their chatter, about to find out why they've been called here.

I notice the person to my left is the man I met last night, Lockhart.

Great.

And to his left, is Snape. I'd almost rather sit next to him than the new guy. Something still feels off about him.

"Good Morning. Now, I'm sure you're wondering why you've been summoned here this morning. Well, I'd like to introduce you to Ms. Natalia Maximoff. She's been sent her upon the Minister's request to help aid some of our teachers this year. So, please. Let's give her a warm welcome." Dumbledore extends a hand towards my direction and the students start clapping. I stand, offering a warm smile before taking my seat again.

Minister? Who's that? I wasn't sent by a minister. I came here by accident.

"Now, I'm sure you all will make her feel welcome here. As well as get a chance to greet her in person. But right now, I must inform you. Hogwarts, will not only be housing us this hear. But Dementors as well. As most of you have already heard. Sirius Black has escaped Azkaban. But you need not worry, the Dementors have certain boundaries they cannot cross. But that doesn't mean they won't attack you if you get in their way. Now, enjoy your breakfast, do well in your classes, and enjoy your time here." Dumbledore finishes, suddenly sounding lighthearted after his suddenly dark information about Sirius Black.

I have so much to catch up on. I'll either need someone to educate me completely, or, read someone's mind.

But who to choose? I can't read Snapes mind so he's out of the question. I don't feel like reading Lockharts mind, I don't like the idea of sitting next to him. Much less reading his mind. And, I already tried and he's got a mind block up.

I could always read Minerva's mind, or Dumbledore's. I close my eyes, deciding to read several people's minds. While it is an invasion of privacy, I need information. Answers. And this is the quickest and most subtle way possible.

Touching several minds, I see many things, childhoods, fond memories. But that's not what I'm looking for, I get to one student in the crowd. His life seemed tough growing up, unstable home life, learning about magic in quite a last minute way. Learning everything as he went. I move on, a girl this time. She seemed to know everything. And in a matter of moments, I did too.

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