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"In this case, my magical guardian will just find another excuse to justify his order to stop our sessions." Corrected Alexandra. "Either he will say I'm too advanced compared to the rest of my year-mates or sothing equally ridiculous but impossible to deny."
"Surely things will not co to that." Protested Flitwick. But his voice lacked any conviction when he said it. The Charms Professor was better placed than her to know it was one more attempt to destroy tutoring, apprenticeships and personal teachers from setting a foot inside the noble institution known as Hogwarts. The British school had an infamous reputation for that sort of things, starting way back in the eighteenth century. Perhaps it was not personal. Perhaps Dumbledore regarded duelling practise as sothing to nip in the bud to avoid foreign contamination. Not that the reasons were important in the end.
"Have you seen the buffoon we have for Defence Against the Dark Arts?" Flitwick did not even try to correct her language concerning the new Defence Professor. "Things are exactly that bad. The more I think about it, the less I am surprised to be able to defeat older students in duels. Hogwarts wizards and witches are completely unprepared to face any barely skilled opponent."
"You are certainly right." Sighed Flitwick. "But Dumbledore has the Board and the Wizengamot firmly in his grasp. Nothing I or you can do will change that. And we're not at war yet."
"War is already coming." Said Alexandra, rembering the noise of thousands goblins roasted alive and the dark inferno created by the Summon. "With its share of darkness...and atrocities."
With these last words, Alexandra rose from the armchair and left for the Common Room. The black-haired witch had no doubt the next day was going to be pure hell. Better to spend good sleep ti before it. Why were the first days always such horrible monts to pass?
2nd September 1992, Hogwarts, Scotland
It was at a very early hour Alexandra rose the next day. She had passed a horrible night, with nightmares of the giant fire salamander pursuing her, only to flee straight in the awful and traumatising smile of Gilderoy Lockhart. The Potter Heiress had been extrely thankful for the fact that she had a room of her own in the Ravenclaw girl dormitories, because if not her scream would have woken up the other girls sharing it. In spite of her best efforts, the black-haired girl had been unable to sleep soundly again after this. At seven o'clock, Alexandra rose and began to prepare for the day which was just beginning. At least this year wasn't beginning in the infirmary, right?
The Ravenclaw Common Room was still almost empty when she traversed it, a seventh-year boy plunged in a large book being the only human presence she could see. The corridors had about the sa frequentation, and when she entered the Great Hall Alexandra saw she was the fourth student to arrive, the second from Ravenclaw. Two Hufflepuffs from fifth or sixth year were also present. The Gryffindor and Ravenclaw tables were deserted and the Head Table where the professors gathered wasn't more occupied: only Professors Flitwick and McGonagall had woken up, and both were busy discussing with energy sothing from a magazine of Transfiguration Today.
Seeing no one she was particularly close to, Alexandra decided to profit from the calm to have a long breakfast before the crowd arrived. The young witch walked to the Ravenclaw table... and stopped. On the seat she usually took, was an enormous ginger cat watching her with a begging expression.
"Crookshanks." The black-haired witch sighed, only to be answered by a large purr. "Why aren't you with Hermione in the Gryffindor girl dorms?"
Crookshanks took a quite sheepish expression, owing in distress and throwing hopeful looks towards the empty plates.
"Crookshanks, this place is the Great Hall. It's where the humans eat. Not the cats."
A loud ow was the answer, with the large ginger feline trying to look as innocent and cute as a kitten. Needless to say, he failed miserably.
"What I am going to do with you, endless stomach?" Alexandra sighed, closing her eyes. Once she reopened them, she saw the cat she had offered to Hermione having co back to his begging expression, marked by small ows.
"Fine. But I will make sure Hermione punish you, fat piece of ginger fur!"
In answer, Crookshanks simply opened its maw, purring in victory.
Pushing the cat on the seat to her left, Alexandra began to eat her breakfast, sotis giving a piece of toast or sothing else to Crookshanks, who purred in joy and delight.
Too absorbed in eating and feeding the large feline, Alexandra only noticed Professor Flitwick when he was almost in front of her.
"Good morning, Miss Potter. I see you have found a new companion." Said humorously her Head of House.
"He's not mine, Professor. But it was I who offered him as a present to Hermione, and he seems to like ."
"I see." Professor Flitwick was definitely amused, if his large smile was any indication. On her left, Crookshanks purred loudly jumping in the table and passing a paw on his large stomach.
"You have my titable, Professor?" Alexandra asked. There were not many reasons why Flitwick would visit her on the first day, after all.
"Yes." Agreed the forr Duellist Master, passing her a parchnt, with a more impressive roll half-hidden under it. Alexandra narrowed her eyes, but her Head of House showed a sad, sorry smile.
"I was wrong, Miss Potter." He whispered in a low voice. "My excuses."
Alexandra couldn't stop a grimace. So Dumbledore had really wanted to stop her from having Duellist lessons. Why wasn't she surprised? Hiding the roll of parchnt in one of the inner pockets of her school uniform, she threw a look to her titable for the coming year.
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