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Dumbledore and Snape were scouring the streets for Harry Potter on foot–he’d disappeared into London somewhere–and they were using a modified point-me spell that was on a compass to look for wixen in the area. Harry should be the only one in the area, as very few wixen ventured out of magical areas unless they were muggleborns. Unfortunately, the compass was spelled to specifically find wixen, instead of Harry, as having their wands out would be very suspicious. That, my friends, is what led to Dumbledore and Snape approaching a very confused Brook and Scarlet.
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Brook and Scarlet were exploring London. Chase was busy with other stuff, while Brook and Scarlet just stole people's money. How was anyone going to stop them? They didn’t exist in the system and also had magic powers.
“Hello?” Brook and Scarlet turned to see a serious-looking person with a long white beard alongside a grumpy-looking person with black hair.
“What is it?” Scarlet asked, while at the same time Brook said:
“What do you want.” in a significantly grumpier tone.
“We were wondering if you knew where Harry Potter was?” the bearded one asked.
“Who?” Came the answer from the pair.
“Don’t play dumb. Just answer the question.” the black-haired one said. Scarlet turned to Brook.
“Am I missing something again?”
“Nope. I’m just as confused as you are.”
“The compass says you’re wixen.” said the black-haired one, much quieter than they were a moment ago.
“...what?” Scarlet asked, growing more confused by the moment.
“Would you two mind taking this conversation somewhere that isn’t the middle of the street?” the bearded one asked. At that, a quick and silent conversation passed between Brook and Scarlet that amounted to deciding that if worst came to worst they could probably fight them off.
“Fine,” Brook said. “There’s an ally over there.”
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“I’m Dumbledore, headmaster of Hogwarts school for witchcraft and wizardry.”
“I’m Snape. Professor of potions at Hogwarts.”
“I’m Scarlet, she/her.”
“Brook, they/them.”
“They…” Dumbledore muttered.
“Are you going to be a transphobic asshole, or can we move on to you explaining what the fuck is going on here.”
“Oh no, I was just-”
“Great.” Brook interrupted. Something like anger passed across Snape's face.
“Anyway, both Snape and myself use he/him. Now, I believe you two were promised an explanation.”