Jasmine Riddle, the sister of the famous Tom Riddle formed a perfect duo with her brother in talent and skill, yet she doesn't remember the last time she met him. Her limited information on him are those she heard from rumours, and myths. Myths, abo...
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ALBUS DUMBLEDORE strode off along the pavement, drawing many curious glances due to the flamboyantly cut suit of plum velvet that he was wearing. He finally passed through a set of iron gates into a bare courtyard that fronted a rather grim, square building surrounded by high railings. He mounted the few steps leading to the front door and knocked once. After a moment or two, the door was opened by a scruffy girl wearing an apron.
"Good afternoon. I have an appointment with a Mrs. Cole, who, I believe, is the matron here?"
"Oh," said the bewildered-looking girl, taking in Dumbledore's eccentric appearance, "Um . . . just a moment. MRS. COLE!" she bellowed over her shoulder. "Come in, she's on 'er way."
Dumbledore stepped into a hallway tiled in black and white, the whole place was shabby but spotlessly clean. Harry and the older Dumbledore followed. Before the front door had closed behind them, Mrs. Cole walked toward Dumbledore.
". . . and take the iodine upstairs to Martha, Billy Stubbs has been picking his scabs and Eric Whalley's oozing all over his sheets, chicken pox on top of everything else," she said to nobody in particular, and then her eyes fell upon Dumbledore and she stopped dead in her tracks, looking as astonished as if a giraffe had just crossed her threshold.
"Good afternoon," said Dumbledore, holding out his hand. Mrs. Cole simply gaped, "My name is Albus Dumbledore. I sent you a letter requesting an appointment and you very kindly invited me here today."
Mrs. Cole blinked. Apparently deciding that Dumbledore was not a hallucination, she said feebly, "Oh yes. Well • well then — you'd better come into my room, yes."
She led Dumbledore into a small room that seemed part sitting room, part office. It was as shabby as the hallway and the furniture was old and mismatched. She invited Dumbledore to sit on a rickety chair and seated herself behind a cluttered desk, eyeing him nervously.
"I am here, as I told you in my letter, to discuss Jasmine and Tom Riddle and arrangements for his future," said Dumbledore.
"I can help you with Tom, but not with Jasmine." she said.
Dumbledore raised an eybrow, "And my I ask you the reason for that?"
"She ran away from the orphanage two years ago, Tom remained her. Can't imagine why. She never seemed the type for something like that."
Dumbledore was lost in thought for a moment.
"Are you family?" asked Mrs. Cole.
"No, I am a teacher," said Dumbledore. "I have come to offer the two kids — well, now only Tom — a place at my school."
"What school's this, then?" she asked.
"It is called Hogwarts," said Dumbledore.
"And how come you're interested in Tom?"
"We believe he has qualities we are looking for." Dumbledore explained.
