Once upon a time there was a young woman who liked to provoke. Her name was Cynthia.
She was half Greek, but more Greek than most people living down there. She had that weird way of thinking, this charm that most liked but many found annoying. But Cynthia had this weird trait; she was a witch, a very powerful but unstable one.
The school that had educated this prodigy was Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, from 1991 to 1998. She was a Slytherin, thankfully, or else Harry Potter would have sabotaged her academic success. Draco, her best friend since she was a kid, had been the one to help her accomplish all that she did, through his father's contacts.
It was June 1st, 2008 and Cynthia saw an owl knocking at her wooden window. She opened it with a swift movement of her hand. She took the letter off the owl's leg and read:
"Dear Mrs. Ellis,
We need you here. Please satisfy my request and join our staff as the Potions Teacher.
The Headmaster of Hogwarts"
No name. Who was the Headmaster...? She really wanted to go, but Hogwarts would remind her of her lost love, and that made her reluctant. The halls, the classrooms, the Dungeons, the offices, everything reminded her of him. The tall, intimidating black-haired hero who could make her shiver with just one look. The witty Death Eater. The man who only considered him his student. Severus.
This man had made her spend many hours thinking, dreaming, daydreaming, hoping that one day she could make him feel the same way toward her as she did, or at least make just one sarcastic remark about her. And now, 10 years after his murder, she was still thinking about him.
"I'll do it" she thought. "I'll try to forget him."
She got a piece of parchment and started writing:
"Dear Headmaster,
I'll do it.
Cynthia Ellis"
Nothing more, she wanted to be strict.