Harry walked with stealth, uncomfortable in his current situation. The Ministry had sent two of their top Auror to America to track the dark wizard Thorfinn Rowle, posing as a high school teacher. It amazed Harry that any dark wizard from Europe would even consider moving to the middle of Ohio to teach Muggles, let alone an ex-Death Eater. But, truth be told, it made sense. Who would think to look in such an odd place?
Harry was worried though. These high schoolers were in extreme danger, and Harry needed to find Rowle as soon as possible to save them. Who knows how many people have already been hurt by this maniac? But before he could go inside, the man needed a disguise. Polyjuice Potion tucked safely away in his pocket, Harry walked across the parking lot in search of someone, anyone. His eyes landed on a handsome man with curly brown hair, who had a teacher's id handing from his neck. Perfect.
"Excuse me sir, but do you happen to have the time?" Harry stopped the man, who was surprised by his British accent. He looked down at his watch and mumbled the time, saying to himself that he was going to be late. Harry rolled his eyes. Americans can be so rude. "Well, thank you. Here," he said, reaching into his coat pocket. "Have a mint."
The staff member looked at the offering, and the dark-haired man took the opportunity to read his id. William Schuester. "Oh, thanks." Schuester took the mint, completely ignoring Harry's smirk. The mint was a new creation of George's, a powerful little treat that could leave anyone in bed for days with a terrible cold, made special for Ministry use. As soon as the teacher swallowed, his eyes became puffy and he started wheezing uncontrollably.
"Oh, my." Harry put his hand to Will's shoulder, steering him back to his car. "Sir, you better go home. Wouldn't want to get the kids sick, now would we?"
"But my class..." The man's resistance was halfhearted.
"I'll run in and tell the main office where you're going." He shut Will's car door without another word, and ran towards the school. Harry held a short brown hair between his fingers, and he unscrewed the cap to the Polyjuice Potion as he ran. Here goes nothing...