Addie agreed to the walk, she was always so curious about Dumbledore's beloved Hogwarts. The man had always spoke with real fondness, the school and his desire to teach was his greatest love. As she walked along the stoned walk and craned her eyes up to the tallest turrets. Addie blinked a little, breathing in the ancient castle in all her glory. She really was a formidable fortress that would undoubtedly fall to ruin if they did not defend her.
The question that she dreaded came, and Addie was reluctant to answer. It was not that she was ashamed of who she was, nor was she worried of his response. But more that he would not understand her unnatural and unmatched gift for magic. Daughters born of prophecy, combined she and Kat were unstoppable and the ultimate weapon for dark magic. Dumbledore had raised them not to see themselves as anything other than extraordinarily talented witches, something she was always grateful for.
"A very long story" Addie said honestly as they walked. "Dumbledore just said that some people are born with excelled talents. My aunt was the great healer Vallis, I aspired to be like her from a young age" she informed. None of that was a lie, of which she was glad as she felt like she could not lie to him. She was aware that some of the Order knew of their existence and what they were capable of. Alistair Moody was one, a formidable auror she had learnt. Kingsley Shacklebolt was another, a kind man but one Addie immediately respected. The Order would come to know of them soon enough, but Addie was not going to steal this day from Album Dumbledore, a man who had been a father, protector and mentor. "I never came to this school" she admitted. "Me and Kat were taught by Dumbledore. I had always wanted to see Hogwarts... just not like this"
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"Dragons always fascinated me" Charlie confessed, his hands in his front pockets. About his neck was a black thin rope chain, with a dragons tooth on it. It had belonged to Norberta (Norbert as she had previously been called) one he had reared from a young age. It had been one of her infant fangs, a little token of the ridgeback he was most fond of.
"I've always been more the outdoors type, took Care of Magical creatures at both OWL and NRWT level" he informed her as the sky began to clear. "And though the many animals in the forest were incredible, I just always had a thing for Dragons. So when I left school it was either Quidditch or Dragons" he told her.
"And so I went to Romania... been there ever since" he concluded his tale. Not once had he ever regretted his decision, he had a real passion for his career. Of course now, his work with the beasts and also recruitung foreign wizards to the course would be put to a halt.