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─── 𝖺𝖼𝗍 𝗈𝗇𝖾, 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾'𝗌 𝖾𝗆𝖻𝖺𝗋𝗋𝖺𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖾𝗅𝗅 !
JUNE 1976 ╱ flying over europe
Dumbledore's carriage was comfortable. The seats were velvet lined and a shade of deep crimson. There were buckets of ice cooling wines and drinks Katya had never heard of.
But the biggest surprise when she had sat down in the carriage, was that it flew. There were no horses, or animals of any sort dragging it along, yet she could still hear faint hoofs.
Katya did not know how long she sat there for but she was burning with questions. Dumbledore was writing a very long letter to someone who she supposed was much more important than her. She was rather offended that he was not paying her any attention and instead writing to his lover or something about the inconvenience that was most likely herself.
"Mr Dumbledore?"
Dumbledore looked up from his letter, dropping the quill, but it continued writing.
If the quill could write on its own, why was he writing?
"Can I ask you some questions, or can you give me information about what's going on?" She asked politely yet she didn't think the man deserved her manners.
"Of course, let me tell you all I can, then you may ask your questions."
Katya nodded and took a china cup and picked up the tea pot to pour some tea for herself. But the pot wriggled out of her grasp and aggressively emptied itself into the cup.
Not knowing whether to be grateful she took the cup and took a large gulp, which did not match her manners whatsoever.
"Well Katya, I am here to take you to a school, but it is no ordinary school–"
"I want to go back!" Her words came out like a cry and she covered her mouth with the hand not grasping the teacup.
He frowned. "Miss Duval I do not–"
"You're going to take me somewhere and keep me bed bound for my weird cuts and nosebleeds! I swear it is nothing! Everyone gets nosebleeds, I'm no different, please I'm not special or mad. I'm fine I swear!"
Dumbledore simply stared at her and did his best not to laugh. She didn't see what was so funny. Maybe she had said 'nosebleed' too many times but nosebleeds are no laughing matter, especially when hers hurt. But she was not going to tell him that. Apparently nosebleeds don't hurt but hers did.
