Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
HeadmasterMistress Taenar Verch Tygath,
You are cordially invited to a position at Hogwarts school for young Ladies and Gentlemen of the Mystical realm as a Professor, and if you respond quickly enough the course of your desire. (Hint, Hint)
Please arrive at Hogwarts no later than August 14th to prepare your classroom and syllabus. Note that Prof. Gordon Penkridge left us rather unceremoniously, and a counter curse or five may come in handy. As is tradition, a soirée with evening walk will be held at the Three Broomsticks before the start of the school year. We look forward to seeing you once again.
Yours sincerely,
Setting the letter back on her desk she packed immediately, Sending a response by owl and aparating back to England. She’d stopped to hand the letter off to her mother and father before leaving the next morning by train.
She’d arrived so early in the morning, and had loitered so long near the tenth gate they’d she’d been stopped and asked twice by Bobbies for her boarding pass. When she explained it was her first day at a new job they’d settled down a bit, even though she’d had to show them her disguised ticket. Twice.
And they’d looked at her luggage. Nanny, she’d told them to explain everything. They stopped looking when they came to her silk and lace delicates. With a blush she pushed everything back away and sat down.
She still had an hour but as soon as the coast was clear she turned, held her ticket and ran at the wall. Merlin’s beard she missed the feeling.
After stowing her gear she took a cabin and rode with several returning students, with her appearance they figured her for a transfer and she didn’t bother correcting them. They’d find out soon enough.
She was still a week early, but had to write a curriculum, not trusting the previous instructor. She took most of her meals in her rooms, busy writing and referencing previous classes and sources.
It was no wonder why the previous instructor was out with the boot, they’d been a buffoon. Teach nothing at all usable, or teach them the 5 curses.. what a fucking idiot. But the classes had all been of mixed blood – Pure-bloods, Half-bloods, Muggle-borns. And only the Pure bloods had received true training.
The professor himself had been Pure blood and the House had a rather bad reputation as well. Looking over at the knock on the door she smiled at the house elf. "Hello McGrufferly. I’ll take it in my room as usual. No need to make a mess in the great hall for me.”
"Of Course Mistress. Many rooms t clean. Makes it harder than just the one table. but that is the way it is for the Huse Elf. Fetch adn carry is all we do. fetch and carry."
"McGrufferly.. is it easier, on the staff, if I lunch with the others down stairs?"
"Yes, Mistress."
"Then I'll luncheon with the others."
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