Chapter Thirteen: The Transfigurations Professor
"Transfiguration is some of the most complex and dangerous magic you will learn at Hogwarts." -Professor McGonagall
Azalea had walked into the candlelit classroom half expecting to see the stern face of Professor McGonagall writing on the chalk board. Instead of that however, when she entered, she was greeted by an auburn-haired man with twinkling eyes. He was smiling warming as all the students made their way in.
After getting a short but sweet lesson on vanishing spells, the professor put the students into pairs of two. Leaving Azalea with Riddle.
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As the double transfigurations lesson came to a conclusion, Azalea tried to slip by undetected passed Riddle's group that congregated by the doors. Just as she was trying to leave she heard a voice. It didn't come from anyone in the group but from in front of the classroom. The professor was looking straight into her eyes as she made her way to him.
"Ms. Rosefield, is it?" He asked, amusement twinkling in his soul-sucking blue eyes. "Um - yes, professor," his amused face broadened as if he knew what she wasn't telling him.
"Well, Ms. Rosefield, then I guess you wouldn't be interested in what your brother, Harry Potter, has said. Since he's apparently not your brother." His twinkling blue eyes held a gleam of mischief, knowing he had Azalea now. A few unintelligent huffs of air was all Azalea could produce verbally at the moment.
"How did you know?" Azalea wheezed out. The professor didn't answer but took a letter out of his teaching attire to give to her. It was stamped with the Hogwarts crest and addressed to Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore, Professor of Transfigurations - from Headmaster Albus P.W.B Dumbledore.
"Dumbledore," she muttered in amazement, wondering how she couldn't see it was him sooner. "Headmaster? It seems like I have done quite well for myself in the future." He said, still reading the 'from' address.
"If I say so myself, Professor; you did a lot more than well for yourself." A light tint spread across his cheeks after hearing the praising comment.
"Thank-you, Ms. Potter. But I'm also aware of the task you are hear to perform and I have a few words of wisdom for you. When trying to talk with him, try to consider his blood supremacy beliefs and his need to operate by his lonesome," Azalea nodded understandingly.
"I shall keep an eye on him also," the professor continued, "to ensure that no fatal danger comes your way. Have a nice day, little lady Potter." The words he bade her farewell with made her chuckle.
'Exactly what Dumbledore in my time called me.' She apparently couldn't balance thinking and walking since in a few steps she literally bumped into her jovial potions professor.
"Ah, Azalea. Just the witch I was looking for!" He said, handing the dark-haired witch an invitation. "Hope to see you there." He finished happily, before the young witch could get a word in and hobbled away.