Chant the magic spell, Dumbledore!
“What’s the magic spell, again?” He shrugs, pretends doesn’t know it at all.
“Ob..Obli..Obli..bate?” She murmurs as she swings her wand to the air.
“Why do you insist to learn that one? Don’t you have all good memories inside you?”
She tilts her head and smiles weirdly, “You do not know me, don’t act like one.”
“Bloody hell, girl. It’s oblivate! Do whatever you want to do with that damn spell.” She smiles, a wide one this time and almost looks pretty on her, at least for him.
And when he doesn’t realize, she swings her wand toward his eyebrow, “Oblivate!” She says as she takes away the memories he has about her forcedly. He freezes for a second. She puts her wand down once she finished. Both their eyes met, she stares at him nervously, hope it works though.
“Bloody hell! What am I doing here? And who are you?” She smiles triumphantly. It works.
He looks confuse and run toward the exit door in rush.
“Goodbye!” She says, almost like a whisper to herself.
