The Wand Makers Apprentice

Chapter 11

 Rosie made her way up to Dumbledore's study the next morning after her early morning swim. Her hair was still dripping down her robes and she carried her towel over her arm. It was quite early, but she had seen a few student walking around the school. Even though there was a curfew for nights, there wasn't one for the morning as students normally weren't insane enough to swim in the black lake at five o'clock in the morning.

 Soon enough Rosie was stood outside Dumbledore's study. She pulled out the scrunched parchment in her pocket with the details for her and Dumbeldore's lesson for the start of term. She knocked at the door softly, wondering wether Dumbledore would be awake or not.

 Just as she was about to knock again the door creaked slowly open, reaviling Dumbledore in his normal morning atire: Robes and his bed hat.

 "Good Morning Rosetta." Dumbeldore said as he took a sip from his tea. 

 "Morning Professor." Rosie said smiling, all ready and awake from her morning swim. "Not complaining or anything Professor, but why do you always call me so early to your study?"

 "Lose an hour in the morning and you'll be hunting for it all day." Dumbledore said as he pulled out his wand from his sleve. "Right Rosa, if you'd take a seat we have a lot to discuss this morning."

 Rosie sat down on her usual chair which was directly oposite Dumbledore. She pulled out her own wand which was tucked into her sock and began to twizzle the dark ebony inbetween her hands, running her fingers over the small sea shells that were embedded into the wood.

  "The first matter of business is your extra ciricula" Dumbledore said, placing his wand carefully on the desk, knowing that if he threw it that Rosie would be internally hurt. "As we discussed during one of our lessons towards the end of last term, you need to play to your stregths when facing the dangers that you will be bound to face when you are alone in the big wide world when disaster strikes. Your stregth being potions, therefore you will take extra potions with Professor Snape every Saturday morning at eleven o'clock. Agreed?"

 "Yes Professor." Rosie said nodding at the thought of learning more advanced potions before her time, looking forward to the next saturday.

 "Next thing is what we will be doing in our thursday evening lessons." Dumbledore began again. "Last year we just discussed this and that and went over a few charms, but this year I want to start doing something that will help you out big time... obviously as long as you consent to it.. but I think it'd be good for you if you learn't how to become an amigus."

 Rosie sat there for a while, her left eye skinted, looking at Dumbledore in a paculiar way. His half-mon spectacles slid a little way down his nose and his chin was rested on his hands, with his elbows lodged on the table. He looked at Rosie as if examining her she was about to do something mind blowing.

 "Yeah." She said, shaking her head to try and awaken her from her shock state. "But don't I have to get the ministry's permission?"

 "Well you see Rosetta." Dumbledore said, his eyes twinkling. "I have a feeling that the ministry won't be on our side next time, like it was before, therefore you need a secret streghth that will give you a hidden advantage."

 "So becoming an illegal amigus?" Rosie said, grinnign slightly. The idea entrawled her and she couldn't wait to start, her whole body was craving for it.

 "Obviously we don't know what animal you will become." Dumbledore said, pushing himself up in his chair and putting himself in a very business like position. "But what ever the outcome I'm sure it'll help you along the road."

 "You act like you know what's coming?" Rosie said quietly, hoping that he'd not heard what she'd said in her moment of courage to speak her mind. Her eyes flashed an emerald green and her cheek blushed a deep scarlet.