Winters Cloak | S.S

5 | Temptation

You walked stiffly behind Professor Mcgonagall. None of you had spoke of another word. You passed by wall paintings of famous individuals who were fast asleep. The hallways seemed much more narrow during the evenings.

The thickness of the pitch black darkness was broken by Professor Mcgonagall's Lumos emitted wand. Step after step, her shoes clacked against the smooth surface of the tiles. Your face flustered as you had decided to wear your bunny slippers, contrasting Professor Mcgonagalls black heels.

I wonder why she decided to wear heels during the middle of the night. Your thoughts drifted you off again.

The golden Phoenix statue stood tall, carrying you and Professor Mcgonagall towards Dumbledore's office. It was rather a quick and short trip. You wished every staircase was this accessible in Hogwarts.

"We are here." She spoke in hushed tones. Your eyes roamed towards the Office which seemed daunting. "Give it a knock will you?" She spoke softly.

Your hand slowly reached the door, then retracting as your eyes had darted towards the platinum plaster which read Albus Dumbledore. "You'll be fine Y/N. You're in good hands." Upon hearing her, you swallowed the growing lump in your throat and gave the door a brief knock.

"Come in Y/N." The door had opened itself. The deep voice behind the door which was muffled had now become quite clear and very audible.

Stepping inside to find the old man sitting on his desk. You took the chance to observe his office, crowded with books, a stunning chandelier hung above the ceiling and numerous portraits of previous headmasters and memorable faces lined the wall. The room provided you with a sense of belonging and warmth.

His face observing yours and his eyes twinkling before his golden spectacles. "Please come inside, have a seat Y/N." He spoke softly. You nodded before going inside.

Taking a brief look at Professor Mcgonagall who only nodded, a half smile flashed across her face. Standing in the corner now. You gave her another glance to seek reassurance to which she affirmed with a nod.

The door shut close and you were utterly confused. "Good evening Sir. Pardon for my words but why did you call me out during this time of the night? I could have seen you early in the morning..." You eyed him curiously. He sat there with a small smile planted on his face.

He stood up slowly and walked towards his bookshelf, his hands trailing towards the set of his special collection of books. His fingers stop at one as he reaches out to grab it. Returning back to his seat.

"Yes you're absolutely right." He said. Placing the antique book on the table before sliding it towards you. "What books are you most intrigued by, Y/N?" He asked out of the blue. You thought for a moment. I do love books which are different, which have greater depth and meaning then what is shown on the surface. "I am interested in ancient magic, dark magic too...it's misunderstood at times." You stated.

His eyes gleaming once again in the dim light. "That is certainly very interesting. I was expecting that response." He said. "Which is why I have picked out this book for you to read."

You eyed the book curiously. It was a dark arts/ancient magic book. You wondered why he had called you late at night and given you this specific restricted book. It was very difficult to find let alone attain in a regular magical library let alone at Hogwarts. He must have had serious connections and demand.

As if he had been reading your thoughts. He beamed again. "Miss L/N, I know what you're wondering. I have been having my own thoughts about this whole situation as well." He said. Professor Dumbledore stood up again, now walking up towards the window that was located at the left from his wall. The sky was a perfect hue of dark blue and purple. The moons' light outshone the stars. "I have decided to entrust you on a mission..." he said. Your eyes narrowed.