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"Unfunny." Fred began, hiding a smile.

"So terribly unfunny." George continued while casually biting into an apple he got from thin air.

I glared at both of them intently, and I took notice of how the wind picked up around them, offering me a bit of tranquility knowing that the god of the wind was accompanying me and even willingly teasing at their eyebrow hairs, which twisted and curled in a very unnatural way. I bet they felt the slight fuzz on their faces because Fred gave George a glance and, surprised, he raised his hand and cupped his brothers' faces.

"Blimmey, you look hideous!" Fred looked rather solemn while insulting his brother.

"Not as much as you do, Frederick!" George stood up, readying himself to pounce on the mirror image of himself.

Just as he was about to, we heard tons of steps storming up the little hill we were on.

"Are you sure? I don't see anyone here."

"No, professor, I know there is something different in Hogwarts. Something that is not meant to be."

A taller older man walked into my field of vision, with an almost equally tall older woman behind him. His silver beard passed his waist, followed by the trail of cloth he wore similar to that of the boys beside me. His steps were wobbly, perhaps in correlation to his age. Unlikely, the older woman's steps were precise like an arrow. She seemed to be immersed in her thoughts and abruptly came to a stop behind the older gentleman as they approached us.

"Mr. Weasley and Mr. Weasley, what are you doing here when you should be heading to the dining hall?" He then glanced at me, and his eyes widened. "A mishap it seems, Ms. Raiden." He looked at the older woman while leaving my jaw hanging while questioning how he knew my name. "She is she, the one who is not supposed to be here." He then looked at me again, and I wondered why people here didn't bow to introduce themselves appropriately. Almost immediately he bowed slightly and threw the lady a glance, and she showed him a look of understanding, bowing beside him. "My apologies, Y/N Raiden; my name is Albus Dumbledore, but feel free to call me Professor Dumbledore." He got up and straightened his back with a slight groan. Must be the age. "My age it is." He looked at me and nodded, leaving me a bit taken aback.

George whispered to me, "It is his legilimency"

"His what?" I whispered back.

"He can read minds." Fred butted in, and I hummed in acknowledgement, trying to silence my mind from allowing Dumbledore to listen any further.

"And I am Professor McGonagal, Minerva McGonagal, delighted to make your acquaintance." Her eyes sparkled with curiosity, and I smiled at her slightly.

"My name is Raiden Y/N, and I am not a professor." I replied a bit humorously, and I felt myself smile at the upturn of McGonogals' lips.

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Fixed some dialogue in previous chapters! Let me know if you don't like the pacing so far.

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