I had packed all my bags and sent them down to the train and was leaning on the wall outside Dumbledore's office. I heard the stone shifting and turned to see Dumbledore striding down the stairs.
"Professor Dumbledore!" I called out to him as he failed to notice my presence.
"Ah! Florence Riddle. How are you?" he smiled at me. I was still getting used to that name. I had decided to use that as my name and any questions anyone asked me I would answer with the truth. There had been enough lies and I would need all the allies I could get in the years to come.
I nodded, "Better." I lied.
"Why aren't you outside waving off our guests?"
I shrugged, "I didn't speak to them that much."
He shook his head, "International cooperation is key, Florence."
"Of course, sir. But I was just wondering, sir... well you never told me who I would be staying with over the holidays." I really hoped it was one of my friends and not some stranger. Or even worse; a teacher.
"Did I not? Oh, well the the Weasley family of course."
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☤ Pseudonym ☤
Fanfictionpseudonym /ˈsjuːdənɪm/ noun a fictitious name used when performing a particular role Florence Wilde was a pseudonym. Her whole school career she played the role of a sweet girl who would never hurt a fly. The truth couldn't have been more contradict...
