Open to Ed
Albus's gaze swept over his desk, everything seemed in order, his bowl of lemon sherbets was full, and all of the confidential student files regarding one Mr. Zak Reso were put back into place. It could be said that Albus Dumbledore had not been around recently, but he could hardly help that when he was trying to prevent one or his students being sent to Azkaban.
Ed Agate. Well now, hadn't he turned out to be successful? Top Obliviator, a wife, and a child who Albus had a soft spot for. It had surprised him that she had allowed herself to be pulled from the school for a second time. He knew teenagers (he had actually been one himself all of those years ago), at the same time he couldn't fault her for not standing up for herself. The Ed Agate who had transferred into Hogwarts for his seventh year had slipped into Hogwarts quite well- and that in itself demonstrated a great deal of personal strength.
In the past twelve years, Ed had proved even futher that he had strength. What was needed now however, was for Ed to use that strenth and allow his daughter back to Hogwarts- to flourish, and to keep the halls filled with laughter. Hogwarts needed laughter, Albus regretfully thought to the death of Kiriaki Florentine. She had been one of those to laugh, and the accounts that he had received from students since the event had convinced him that some of those masked figures had been his own students.
He stared at the portraits on the walls- all of them seemed to be condemming him. To be a headmaster was to have a great deal of responsibility, and in a large way Albus had failed to live up to what he should. His hand sook out a lemon serbet and he placed it in his mouth as he steeled himself for his visitor.
Ed Agate. Well now, hadn't he turned out to be successful? Top Obliviator, a wife, and a child who Albus had a soft spot for. It had surprised him that she had allowed herself to be pulled from the school for a second time. He knew teenagers (he had actually been one himself all of those years ago), at the same time he couldn't fault her for not standing up for herself. The Ed Agate who had transferred into Hogwarts for his seventh year had slipped into Hogwarts quite well- and that in itself demonstrated a great deal of personal strength.
In the past twelve years, Ed had proved even futher that he had strength. What was needed now however, was for Ed to use that strenth and allow his daughter back to Hogwarts- to flourish, and to keep the halls filled with laughter. Hogwarts needed laughter, Albus regretfully thought to the death of Kiriaki Florentine. She had been one of those to laugh, and the accounts that he had received from students since the event had convinced him that some of those masked figures had been his own students.
He stared at the portraits on the walls- all of them seemed to be condemming him. To be a headmaster was to have a great deal of responsibility, and in a large way Albus had failed to live up to what he should. His hand sook out a lemon serbet and he placed it in his mouth as he steeled himself for his visitor.