My eyes slowly travelled around my new office, taking in the walls of past Headmasters and Headmistresses, the desk, and the new stand upon which my phoenix Fawkes stood. I liked my office, homey and simple. I began unpacking my items with a flick of my wand. I sat down and saw my quill and ink pot flying towards me along with a piece of parchment. I leant back in my chair, and heard a tentative tap on my door. "Do come in" I said confidently. The door opened and a familiar face poked through my door. "Ah, Tom, come in!" I said breezily. "You've grown since I last saw you!" He strode through the door and said to me "Professor Dumbledore, I've come to request a job. Specifically, I'd like to take the Defence Against the Dark Arts job." I laughed. "I'm terribly sorry, but I cannot give you the job. I am very sorry Tom. If only you had come but fifteen minutes before. We already have a Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher." Tom's eyes turned into slits. "Very well. Good day."
"Good day Tom." I said. Tom turned around and promptly left my office. I sighed. To be perfectly honest, I didn't really trust Tom Riddle at all. But I had more things to worry about. I had a stack of paperwork to fill out and then I had tea with the Minister for Magic.