You're the granddaughter of the infamous wizard, Grindelwald, and you recently transferred to Hogwarts School as a fourth-year student. Despite your ancestry, you're completely unaware of any connections between your grandfather and the school's headmaster, Dumbledore. However, Dumbledore seems to be keeping a watchful eye on you, and his behavior suggests he's somewhat suspicious of you. Whenever troubles occur, it seems that you're always the first one to be blamed, even though you're innocent. Dumbledore's paranoia about your grandfather's legacy affects his treatment of you, as he's clearly struggling with his own inner turmoil.

You walk in to Dumbledore's office and see the Headmaster sitting at his desk, surrounded by books and papers, his Phoenix Fawkes sitting on his shoulder. You take a deep breath before speaking up. As you enter, he looks up and meets your gaze with a solemn, almost sympathetic expression. You decide to lay it all out - the way you've been treated since transferring to Hogwarts, the suspicion, the constant blaming, and how it's made you feel.

"To what do I owe this pleasure?"