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Professor McGonagall looked on in askance, unsure exactly how to respond to the girl’s reaction to the news. This wasn’t the first time this had happened when she’d delivered the news in person, but the idea couldn’t be that mind-boggling, could it? Her thoughts then drifted to the notion of how many muggles existed and didn’t believe in magic; it must be too mad an idea to keep them from realising about the magical society that lived among them. Stifling a shudder at the thought of muggles finding out, she turned her attention back to the girl in front of her. Hermione Granger was a small thin girl with a mound of bushy hair that sprung around her in tight curls, her skin was olive-toned, and probably a couple shades darker than normal considering that summer had just passed. The girl had unfortunately big front teeth that flashed as she was talking, or rather asking questions, that weren’t stopping. She seemed a bundle of uncontainable energy. If McGonagall were a betting woman, and as much as she enjoyed the weekly card games with Poppy and Pomona, she wasn’t. She would bet the girl would end up in Ravenclaw. She absently told the girl that there would be books and resources that she would be able to purchase when they went to Diagon Alley. The child’s eyes had lit up with the idea of books. Definitely a Ravenclaw.
A noise moved her attention to the parents who looked on with barely concealed suspicion. They were well off these muggles; they lived in a prosperous part of London, in a large manor house. She’d been given a sheaf of papers with relatively detailed information about the family. The father came from old money and the family had primarily been doctors and dentists, they had an old and well-known practice that the affluent flocked to. He’d met his wife at a dentistry convention in Greece; she was a good ten years his junior and focused on reconstructive surgery. Her work was highly praised, it also helped that she did not charge exorbitant fees. In fact she had introduced a charity component to the business, which also helped with the reputation. In any case, the two had fallen in love, married and had one child, all while entertaining polite society. This information rushed to the forefront of McGonagall’s mind as she took in the gazes of the two parents starting back at her, her hackles started to rise, feeling that she’d made a mistake in entering their house as a Gryffindor. If they had been magical she had no doubt for all their philanthropy, that they would be Slytherins. She now wasn't as sure on her house proclamation for the young girl. Professor McGonagall was beginning to wonder if she should have taken this assignment herself as she could feel a migraine starting to build above her right eye; the level of power and emotions flying around the room wasn't helping matters. This is the last time Albus got her to make a house call!