Chapter 589 - Curse Theorem (1/2)
With a loud sigh, Georgine Prince sat back in her seat and rubbed her neck as she finally finished grading the essays that she had assigned. She bitterly cursed her rashness at that time and had found herself saddled with the position of Defense Against the Dark Arts professor. But she could not abandon the post not until the twins had graduated from Hogwarts, and that was two years from now, unfortunately.
Her office on the third floor has a large expanse of windows allowing her to see the night scenery and allow the moonlight inside. The moon was silvery aglow with a gentle, but strong intensity. And it was not an entire lie for magic did increase with the phases moon much like the ocean tide.
Rising from her desk, Georgine strides over to the window and stares out onto the dark lawn. There was still much time left until the moon rose to the peak of its journey, but still, it was a wonderous journey to observe.
Georgine's mind turns away from the scene in front of her and recalls the incident that had transpired only last week, it was of the combined Thestral's of Rowan and that of James Potter. It was most unusual for such Patronus to appear much less two. And though she was not superstitious even she could not deny the potential meaning that lay therein in such a coincidence.
Georgine furrows her lips as she recalls the owed marriage from the Percival line that was transferred to the Potter lineage. The Potter boy and her own great-niece were friends, and Fleamont Potter was to be the godfather of Rowan and Severus. It would not be a terrible idea to allow them to grow closer and unite the two families in that manner. Still, knowing her older brother, he would not be quick to agree to such a match, nevertheless, the idea still bore some consideration.
A loud knock at the door rudely jolts Georgine out of her thoughts as she turns and opens her office door with a wave of her wand and warningly grumbles, ”Office hours have long since ended, and so, this better be worth my time.”
”My apologies, Aunt Georgine, but I have not had a minute to myself until this evening,” the familiar voice of Rowan said.
Georgine crosses her arms over her chest as she leans against her desk to rest and looks down at her nose at her great-niece, who does not look all that apologetic, to begin with despite her honest answer. ”And what can I do for you this evening, Rowan?”
Rowan carefully closes the door behind her and asks, ”Might I have a seat, Aunt Georgine?” And indicated to the guest chairs in front of Georgine's desk.
Further arching her brow at her niece, Georgine sniffs, and delicately says, ”This wouldn't happen to have anything to do with your prefect duties, because I can assure you, I cannot aide with said responsibilities.”
Rowan flinches a tiny bit at Georgine's words, before shaking her head in reply. ”No, it is not that. Rather it is regarding another subject.”
”Oh, what is it?” Georgine asked with visible curiosity and wariness.
”A curse,” Rowan answered as she took a seat in the furthest chair away from her aunt.
”And what manner of a curse has you all afreet?” Georgine retorted half-serious as she adjusted her position against her office desk.
”Don't tell me that Professor Salah's class is a challenge for you as I am well aware of the fact that you and Severus have discovered a new revolutionary method in which to break curses. It is all that Salah can speak about and mention in the staff room as of late,” Georgine added in exasperation as she rolled her eyes at the tedious recollection.