Disclaimer: I, unfortunately, am not J. K. Rowling, so no, I do not own Harry Potter.
I give one last flick of my wand and my trunk finished unpacking its self. It took longer than I had expected, I had alot of stuff! But hopefully, I'd be staying here for a while. I was the newly appointed, brilliant, young transfiguration teacher at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wisardry. I was also the first new teacher under the new headmaster and previous transfiguration teacher, Albus Dumbledore.
He'd been my teacher at Hogwarts, and I remembered how he always told me I should teach transfiguration after I finished my schooling. Back then, I couldn't imagine a Hogwarts without Proffesor Dumbledore teaching transfiguration, but it did seem right for him to be Headmaster.
I had been working at the Ministry of Magic for two years now, a horrible desk job in the Magical Matinence Department, and when Albus sought me out to teach at Hogwarts, I vowed then that I would never set a foot in the Ministry again.
No sooner than I had finished unpacking, then my entier book case fell over, spilling books everywhere. A small fuzzy creature launched its self at my face.
"Diana!" I scolded exasperatedly before prying the frightened cat off my head.
I held her in my arms and stroked her fur down. She was a white and gray tabby with pretty blue eyes. She had been a present from my parents when I got out of Hogwarts with perfect NEWT grades. I did a double take when I first saw her. She was the spitting image of the kitten that my sister and I had rescued from the gutter in the summer before third year. It only seemed fit that I name her after my twin.
But I wouldn't think about that now. I waved my wand and the bookshelf righted itself, the books flying back into place. I dumped Diana on my bed and plopped down on it myself. I sighed. This was going to be my home for at least a year, if not longer. The roms were comfortable enough. It had an office that connected to the classroom and a private bathroom and shower that separated the workspace from the bedroom, but it wasn't home. Not yet at least.
Nothing seemed like home much yet lately, and it wasn't the living space. It was the people. Muggle landlords from around london always seemed wary of me, and I had no friends. So it was different having everyone being kind to me, and doing little things to make me feel accepted. Except for the defence against the dark arts teacher. I don't know why, but Professor _ had never liked me when I was a student, and it was the same now as a teacher.
A/N
Not finished, nope. Not even remotely. Reviews will make me update faster!
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