ALULA (VOL. 4)
Family is rooted deep within the cracks of time.
Alula Nova Black has to decide. The ones she loves; the ones she hates. The wizarding world has started to crumble as past resurfaces in aid against the darkness. Who's keeping secrets...
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history repeats itself
{1997}
Seventh Floor Corridor
✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧
"Please open up. I want to speak to my Great-great-great-grandfather."
The grey stone gargoyle started to move, releasing a sense of anticipation in Alula. She stepped forward as she thought about what she was going to say, how it was going to work. In moments she was facing the door to the Headmaster's office and upon instinct, knocked three times against the oak. It opened.
"Good Afternoon, Miss Black, To what do I owe this pleasure?" Dumbledore asked, peering over his half-moon spectacles.
"I was wondering if I could use your fireplace, Professor."
Alula tried to remain as calm as possible. She needed this to work.
She felt small in the large and beautiful circular room, full of funny little noises. There were several curious silver instruments stood on spindle-legged tables, whirring and emitting little puffs of smoke. The walls were covered with the portraits of old headmasters and headmistresses, all of whom were chatting with one another or mind their own business in their frames. Dumbledore was sat behind his enormous, claw-footed desk.
"I knew that," Dumbledore nodded. "What I didn't know is that you appear to have become quite good at Occlumency."
"My Aunt Andy-"
"The Black sisters were always talented with it. I am glad she taught you, Miss Black." Dumbledore smiled. "Why do you need to use my fireplace?"
"It's just... I think I left my copy of... Hamlet at 12 Grimmauld Place and-"
"You would like to look for it," Dumbledore concluded.
"Yes, it's one of my favourites, you see, Professor," Alula said, hoping the old man was falling for her tale.
"You may," Dumbledore replied, waving his hand towards his fireplace where a pot of Floo Powder was sitting nearby.
Step one- check. Alula thought, now worried about how she would call out her actual destination.
"An hour at the most, Miss Black and please stay in the house," Dumbledore told her as she walked over to the fireplace.
"Of course, Professor," Alula smiled, grabbing a handful of Floo Powder. "It's probably in the kitchen of my old bedroom."
Alula turned to face the fire, thinking for a moment before spinning around to face the Headmaster.
"I wanted to thank you," Alula said quickly as she started to sprinkle the green powder.
