Anaïs Séverine Bolduc (_dumspirospero_) wrote in thedogdays, @ 2011-02-04 18:05:00 |
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Current location: | Slytherin Common Room |
Entry tags: | mafalda prewett, theodore nott |
Who: Mafalda Prewett and Theodore Nott, NPC Dumbledore
What: Mafalda has just found out about her mother's murder.
When: In the middle of the night, Friday/Saturday.
Where: The Slytherin Common Room
Rating: TBD but likely high-ish.
Summary: Mentions of death, language etc.
Mafalda had been sent to Professor Dumbledore's office in the middle of the night. She was still only half awake and in her pyjamas, with no clue as to why she had been awoken by one of her dorm-mates saying that the esteemed Headmaster was waiting for her in their common room.
As he led her through the corridors, he said nothing about why he wished her to accompany him. However, the dark look on her face suggested that it couldn't be good. Some thought vaguely passed through her fogged-up brain, about how one of the other Slytherins had told her about another student had been taken out of his bed in the night to speak to Dumbledore... but no, she couldn't quite remember. She was so tired.
When she finally got there, she realised that this was the first time in her seven years at school that she had been summoned to the Headmaster's office. She was a good girl, and had never been in trouble, so she knew it couldn't be that...
When Dumbledore finally broke the news to her, it didn't sink in. Her heavy head was still staring towards the bizarre metal objects on his desk, until he suddenly walked around to touch her hand. "I'm so sorry, Mafalda" he said softly. The genuine sadness in his voice, the look of sympathy on his face and the use of her first name were what did it. The red-head flicked her eyes to meet his, and she suddenly knew it was all true. Her mother, her beloved mother who had been so proud when she had gone to Hogwarts, and yet was abused so by witches and wizards who had never met her by virtue of being a Muggle, was dead.
Quickly murmuring her apologies to a frustratingly understanding looking Dumbledore, Mafalda lept from her chair and ran through the halls, desperate to get back to Slytherin and her bed. Somewhere deep down she knew it wouldn't, but she hoped that in the morning she would wake up and tell her that there had been a mistake.