White Scars

"Is someone there?"

Despite the stillness and emptiness of my cell remaining desolate as always, a presence was unmistakably occupying the room. Yet, not a shred of any visual confirmation graced my eyes. No instead, a feeling and the faint tinge of scent and sound alerted me.

Not taking any chances, I spin up from the chair and desk where I remain seated and throw the chair in the direction of my suspicions.

"Wingardium Leviosa!"

To my surprise a voice enunciates words, not verified in any known language. Though similar to Latin. The chair remains floating in the air, beyond my disbelief.

Slowly the air is disrupted and a large elderly man, wearing a robe is unveiled as if unwrapping himself from a curtain. The covering has a translucent side, is that how he hid himself?

"Not a very warm welcome, my boy. But that's hardly surprising given the circumstance."

"Who are you?" Replying in English as he spoke the same.

"My name is Albus Dumbledore, Headmaster of Hogwarts Academy for Witchcraft and Wizardry."

Huh...