Chapter 313 - Master (1/2)
It was later in the following week, when Rowan and Severus were summoned to their grandfather's office. Dawn had insisted that they both be properly dressed, before being let out of their bedrooms. Making their way downstairs they found Aunt Georgine properly dressed waiting in the Great Hall. Giving them a quick look over, Georgine nodded in approval and said, ”Hurry to the study now.”
”Yes, Aunt Georgine,” Rowan and Severus muttered, before they head over to the study as previously instructed.
On their way there, Rowan gets a most terrible feeling. She quietly says, ”Severus?”
”Hmm, what?” Severus grunted.
”Don't you get the feeling that we used all our luck to pass the exams?”
”What's that got to do with anything?”
”Well, I just have the distinct feeling that we used up all our luck. And now, everything that will and can go wrong will occur.”
”You're just being pessimistic again.”
”Two fourteen-year-olds memorized four years' worth of studies in under two months. That does sound like an impossible feat or an act of Merlin himself so to speak. And I'm fairly confident that I'll never be able to repeat the same miracle in this lifetime again.”
Severus is still for a moment as he too starts to get an eerie feeling. ”Now that you mention it, that does seem odd. We should have at least failed one or two courses. And at best passed most of them with an acceptable only. And that would have still been considered a rather good grade and would have passed the apprenticeship exam.”
”That's my exact point,” Rowan said with a tiny shiver. ”We're Slytherins not lucky Gryffindors.” The two of them unconsciously gulped as they made their way down the corridor to their grandfather's study. The door was closed as Rowan timidly knocks on the door.
”Do come in, children,” Reginald could be heard saying from inside.
Rowan opens the door and both her and Severus paused in the open doorway. Their sitting in one of the armchairs is a long silvery haired wizard with his beard neatly tucked into his belt. His robes for once were rather demure in a silvery sort of color. The tip of his buckled high heeled boots peeks out from underneath his robes gleam with polish. While his childlike blue eyes sparkle rather innocently at them from behind half-moon spectacles hanging on his long, crooked nose that had been at least been broken twice before, Headmaster Albus Dumbledore.
”Good afternoon, Professor Dumbledore,” Rowan and Severus said as they stepped inside into the study. There wasn't anything strange about his being here as no doubt he'd come to discuss the changes to their schedule and so forth. They'd been told as much by the office of C.S.A.E.
”Have a seat, children,” Reginald said as Rowan and Severus did as they were told. To their surprise, Reginald arose and said, ”I shall leave the three of you to it to discuss.” Bowing once, he departs and firmly closes the door shut behind him. Leaving Rowan and Severus behind exchanging rather wary glances.