Prologue
The woman at the front of the classroom was old and hunched. She was wearing long purple robes with tattered white lace around the moth eaten sleeves and hems. Her gaze was piercing, not the gentle, reassuring stare you would expect to see from the grandma type that she appeared to be. The lines on her face were prominent. Her grey eyes had sunk into her flesh as if they were burrowing into her skull, sick of being forced to see the horrors of the world. Grey hair that matched her eyes hung in wisps around the ancient woman's face and could have been mistaken for cobwebs she had accidently run into. The woman kept a steady, unblinking eye on the students that now filled her class as they entered with the air of silent anticipation of the lesson ahead.
"Sit down quickly class!" The old woman barked. The class obeyed wary of the tough witch in front of them. "My name is Professor Tonks and I will be your new Transfiguration Professor."