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Chapter 4: I'm a What?

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Professor Dumbledore seemed to be very fond of his sweets. After watching me place the sherbet lemon onto my tongue (and hoping that he didn't see me shudder in distaste), he walked over to the remaining empty sofa and, perching upon it carefully, selected another sweet from his paper bag. He then popped it into his mouth and closed his eyes when he found that the flavour once again pleased him. The crinkles at the corners of his face turned up in a pleasant smile and his shoulders lowered in relaxation.

My eyes averted to the Minister and his reaction towards the Professor; Fudge seemed to be set in between annoyance and confusion, his mouth opening every few seconds as if to speak to the Professor, but no words coming out to let him carry out the wanted action. An awkward silence had draped itself over the room, although the Professor either didn't seem to notice, or didn't seem to care. He sat quite happily, humming a light tune to himself while he sucked on the boiled sweets. I hoped someone would say something soon. If not to break the silence then to explain why there were two obscure old men sat in my living room that I had no recollection of seeing prior to this morning's events (save the dream from last night).

The Minister continued to open and close his mouth like a gaping fish, hoping to form words and evidently failing. After a while he realised that there was no chance of him getting a word to Dumbledore who was quite happily ignoring us both, grimaced, and sat back into his chair waiting for the old man to make the first move.

"It seems..." Dumbledore began after the moment's silence. Both Fudge and I waited for Dumbledore to continue in anticipation, both or different reasons. "That I have only one more sherbet lemon in my possession. Would either of you mind if I...?" His sentence trailed off as he looked up at us, his hand already eagerly around the rim of the bag.

I looked at him, as did Fudge, with a dumbfounded expression. Neither of us could find any words to say. When the Professor receive no reply, he hummed to himself and placed the last sweet onto his tongue. He suckled at it at the front of his mouth and, with the sweet still in the same spot, his wistful expression turned slightly more serious.

"Now then, Minister. I assume you haven't started without me?" Dumbledore's voice was loud and clear, welcoming his authority into the room. Fudge shook his head in answer to the Professor's question. "Very good. To business then. Now let me find that letter."

And so the Minister and myself waited once more.

Dumbledore began searching through the inside of his brilliant purple robes, plunging hands into random pockets in his search. His forehead creased when he realised it was a lot harder to find than he'd first thought. Never the less he continued his hunt, pulling out items that amazed me to no end: wooden spoons, fluorescent designed glass bottles, jam sandwiches, gleaming gem stones, an old but shining metal gas lighter, a blackened copper kettle and even a couple live door mice. This whole scene was too strange for me to handle, and I found myself wondering if I was in the middle of an overly bizzar dream.

"Excuse me," I said mainly to the Professor. "Who are you?"

"Professor Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore, Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry," not even stopping his search to recite his titles absentmindedly. "Order of Merlin, first class, Grand Sorcerer, Supreme Mugwump of the International Confederation of Wizards, and Chief Warlock of the Wizengamot."