Forbidden Corridor - PG - Chapter 12: Will You Find The Answers In You? - » Author: Sydella Shields
Angelica found it nearly impossible to concentrate on anything but Professor Trelawney's words. Though she had never told anyone, she did have the blood of a powerful seer in her. In fact, her premonitions were one of the first ways she noticed that she, like her mother was a witch. But could it be true? This time could she really have predicted her own doom?
Classes had finished for the day and Angelica was heading towards the great hall for dinner, Adalita had to go feed her kitten Raine, back in the dormitory and so Angelica was walking down the cold, empty corridor, letting her hand run across the stones in the wall. Should she take Adalita's word and go talk to Quirrell about her dream?
As if to answer her, she heard hurried footsteps coming towards her and then a trembling hand grasped her right shoulder. "A-A-Angelica! M-might I have a-a-a word with y-you?" Quirrell asked.
She turned to face him, and she nodded in all seriousness. Without saying a word, he lead her to a place she hadn't been in nearly two years - his office. The room was different than before, the same desk and chairs were there, but now there many herbs and flowers scattered around the room, as well as a sloppy stack of books. Quirrell got out his wand and moved quickly, in a clockwise motion, lighting several different types of incense, while muttering something inaudible. Angelica was too confused to ask what this was all about, so she stood nervously until he was finished with his ritual.
"S-s-sit down," he said motioning towards one of the chairs. Being back in that room, back in that chair, felt like old times, comforting, in a way. "I-I-I wa-wanted to s-s-ee you b-because of what h-happened bef-fore C-c-christmas holiday."
Angelica felt her cheeks flush. "Yes, Ian?" she asked, trying to sound like a calm adult.
"W-what I was d-doing there w-was s-s-something of a protection enchantment. T-though I c-c-ant tell you w-what," he sighed. "I-I think you can help me."
"Me? B-but I'm only a 5th year, what do I know about advanced magic?"
Quirrell leaned forward, towards her and brought a quivering finger to her lips. "No, it's not about what you can do, but what you are," He said, stutter gone. "Now, will you help me?"
There was a pause, and she just stared at him and blinked, not even sure of what was happening. "Yes, yes of course I'll help you - but I don't know how I sho-"
He cut her off, took her hands and stood her up. "I-I-I knew I c-could count on y-you A-A-Angie," Quirrell told her, with a strange sense of hope in his voice. He embraced her and she felt her body become slightly limp. "Be at the library tonight at 8pm. I'lll explain the rest then." he whispered in her ear and then his lips slowly lingered on her cheek. With his hands on her shoulders, he gave her a smirk and asked her to leave.
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