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[color=orange][b]Location:[/b][/color] The Knight Bus - Bottom Back -> Carriage 1
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For the rest of the carriage ride, Fae was relatively quiet, at least by Fae standards. Occasionally she'd piped up with teasing comments about Paige and Madalyne's alleged affair and playful ribbing directed at Elizabeth. She largely ignored Zelda; her interaction with Penny had put her in a good mood, and she wasn't about to let that arrogant know-it-all ruin it. For the most part, she spent her time spreading the grime from the rat incident to less visible parts of herself as she gazed outside. It didn't take a genius or a deep thinker to enjoy the scenery. Even the biggest of oafs could do it.

When the carriage came to stop, Fae scrambled out as quickly as she could. Being cooped up wasn't her favorite thing, especially when it meant being crammed up next to someone she wasn't exactly the biggest fan of. The walk up to Dumbledore's office was good for her though, and by the time they'd all reached the top, the cramped feeling of being hauled up in a carriage was replaced by the more refreshing feeling of blood flowing through her body. She had almost completely forgotten that they were most likely on their way to a scolding directly from the headmaster himself. As she watched Paige speak the password - the one that she wouldn't have been able to remember for the life of her - she felt the feeling of a body bump into her own. When she looked down, she saw Apollo mumbling an apology.

[color=orange]"No need to apologize. Been a crazy day for all of us, hannit?"[/color] she replied, shrugging off the boy's 'sorry'. Dumbledore's office was exactly like the man himself: elegant, but also somewhat chaotic. With its shelves full of books, it'd be easy to mistake it as some sort of study. Of course, it wasn't Fae's first time in the study. Being a bit of a problem child, she'd found herself their a number of times, though never for something as small as shoving a Merula goon. The headmaster stood in front of them in the blinged out robe that had caused Fae to dub him 'Dumblepimp' in her first year, the very same one that could alone probably buy her and her family a proper house rather than the shack they called home. She gave a small wave to Fawkes as she and the group gathered in front of Dumbledore. It was a bit of a tradition of hers. She liked the bird; it was pretty, and she couldn't help wanting to pet it, even knowing it could burst into flames at any moment. Her attention on the phoenix quickly shifted to Dumbledore as he held out a bowl of chompy licorice for them. Fae grabbed onto one and tossed it into her mouth, only to have it stop short, biting into her lip. She slurped it into her mouth before it could do any real damage, leaving her with only a slightly bloody lip and the taste of victory on her tongue. She then prepared herself for a calm but stern reprimanding, only for Dumbledore to surprise her.

It would seem as though the Hogwarts headmaster was recruiting them for some crime-fighting force of Death Eater hunters. Even without any sort of reward, Fae probably would've signed up without a moment's hesitation. But adding in a letter of recommendation for whatever profession they desire? That was a no-brainer. It was true that he'd only mentioned aurors and curse-breakers by name, but she was sure that she could talk him into reaching out to the Harpies as well. And while she had always trusted her skills would be enough to score her a place on the team she so desperately wanted to play for, an endorsement from Dumbledore himself definitely wouldn't hurt. She was ready to voice her immediate decision when Mary, Apollo, and Artemis began asking questions. She hadn't even thought about asking questions, other than perhaps some version of the one Apollo asked: [i]why them?[/i]

Fae practically beamed when Dumbledore made mention of her talents. She wasn't one to shy away from compliments, especially when they concerned her talents. Strength was a characteristic that was often overlooked in their world of magic, except on the Quidditch field. It was enough to stop her from holding back and speak, her voice confident, without a hint of hesitation or thought.

[color=orange]"Count me in, one hundred percent. I'm always up for some school-sanctioned pummeling,"[/color] she said, before something said previously registered in her head. She leaned forward a little, turning her head to look at Apollo. [color=orange]"Scamander? That's your cat's name, innit?"[/color] she said, before turning back to their Headmaster. [color=orange]"What's Apollo's cat got to do with this?"[/color]