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Poltergeist and herbology talk aside - although she would be more than willing to indulge the man more on the latter subject any time - the Hufflepuff watched at Professor Gaston's familiar was appeased by the toy mouse. "It's no problem at all, professor," she assured him, on both accounts (the Ashwagandha and concerning his cat's behavior). She knew how skittish creatures could be after something they perceived to be traumatizing had occurred. Lionel had had his fair share of spooks over the terms, the worst being that of the acromantula invasion in her mind, so thankfully Phantom had only had to endure paint. Hogwarts had been...rather timid in retrospect the past few terms compared to her early days at the castle.
Finally taking a seat, Paige's cheeks couldn't help but flush at the professor's praise and her fingers toyed with her charm bracelet a bit sheepishly. "Thank you," she squeaked softly while a proud smile tugged at the corners of her lips. "I was actually inspired to become one because of daddy..."
Trailing off a bit, she listened as the professor spoke and felt a little bad that she had not been more specific with her inquiry. Still, she nodded her head in understanding before offering up a bit more clarity. "Daddy used to be the Editor-in-Chief of the Daily Prophet...but there was an incident involving Dark wizards that left him in St. Mungo's for nearly two years recovering from his year and a half of being under the Imperius Curse," she began, her voice surprisingly steady given the subject matter. She had come to terms with what had happened, no vengeance in her heart, and was just grateful that she had him back. "They also severed off several of his fingers with Dark magic...and he...um...he cannot recall any of it. I know trauma can cause that sort of reaction, but I believe that there is more to it than that. Dark wizards are exceptionally efficient when they wish to be...so they likely Obliviated him...or perhaps even administered a False Memory Charm..." She paused, eyes back on the cat who was reflecting a much more peaceful presence than before. "...I was thinking more along the lines of the sort of work that a Reminisciator would perform..."
Or was it Reminisciators? Paige was not terribly familiar with the inner workings of the Ministry, but DID know of specialists there who focused on memory retrieval and reversal...
"...memory charms aimed to help repair spell damage done."
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