AN: May leave this a oneshot, but I would like to continue with it. Updates will in all probability be slow and infrequent. Any idea's or suggestions for where to go with the story from here would be greatly appreciated. It kind of just popped into my head and I just really wanted to write this scene, but I don't really know where I'm going to go from here.
Professor Umbridge was standing stock-still, staring at Dumbledore, who continued to smile benignly at her.
"And what," she spoke in a whisper that nevertheless carried all around the entrance hall, "are you going to do once I appoint a new Divination teacher who requires lodgings?"
"Oh, that won't be a problem," Dumbledore answered pleasantly. "You see, I have already found us a new Divination teacher, and she will prefer lodgings elsewhere."
"You've found — ?" said Umbridge shrilly. "You've found? Might I remind you, Dumbledore, that under Educational Decree Twenty-two—"
"— the Ministry has the right to appoint a suitable candidate if — and only if — the headmaster is unable to find one," finished Dumbledore.
"And I am happy to say that on this occasion I have succeeded. May I introduce you?"
He turned to face the open front doors, through which night mist was now drifting. Coming through the mist Harry felt more than heard a faint whispering that made him think of dark places and the coiling and undulating of great tentacled monstrosities. It felt like the echo of something terrible and great that still lingered, the way a building might be scarred by an unspeakable atrocity that had been committed there. There was a shocked murmur around the hall and those nearest the doors hastily moved even farther backward, some of them tripping over in their haste to clear a path for the newcomer.
Through the mist came a figure Harry had never seen before: Small, slight looking, with white-blond hair; what was visible of it hidden under the strange curling hood that covered her face, lips painted black and pale skin. She wore strange exotic orange clothing emblazoned with a large symbol across her chest reminiscent of a sun. Her very presence seemed otherworldly and she exuded an almost tangible sense of mystery about her.
What caught everybody's attention though was that she was floating several feet above the ground.
"This is Rose Lalonde," announced Dumbledore happily to a thunderstruck Umbridge. "I think you'll find her quite suitable."