A Warrior
Suddenly, the doors to the Great Hall were flung open, and a tall dripping figure in a dark cloak came striding into the foyer. With one hand pushing back the hood, revealing the figure to be a woman, she called out,
"Forgive me, Prof'essor Dumble'dore. It was, a long journey from Dei'leos; my timeframe, was interrupted by...personal matters."
"Of course, my dear."
The entire hall, it seemed, held its breath as everyone stared at the new teacher. Knee-high leather boots were laced tightly around her calves, deerskin leggings clung to her long muscled legs which rippled as she walked. A heavy brown leather belt was buckled loosely as another, this one carrying two sais at the hips and a dagger in the middle, was buckled tightly around her waist. Students and teachers alike, with the exception of Dumbledore, stared at dark brown sleeveless tunic which matched her leggings, its ties going criss-cross past her ample bosom. Leather armbands and gauntlets graced her muscled arms. The entire hall was riveted to the great sword in its sheath, tied to her back.
Her hair was braided over and over, and tied together back away from her face, its purely silver color making her deeply tanned skin appear golden. Her face was breathtaking: fine black brows arched above almond-shaped eyes with long sooty lashes. Her nose was straight and her lips were full and generous; she had a graceful neck marred by tiny scars. Some paused to notice her pointed ears, but her eyes! They were silver, matching her hair, and would darken as the shadows played over her figure.
Upon reaching the teachers table, she untied her cloak and let it slide from her shoulders onto her waiting arm. With a feline grace, she sat down next to Dumbledore and Snape.
"As I was saying, this is your new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, Professor Sania Reisson, of the Golden Cliffs."
"Hello," said the woman to the stunned hall, with a small smile, "I look forward to teaching you all this year."
Dumbledore clapped his hands, and the feast began.
"How long do you think she'll last?" asked Ginny.
"What a looker!" whistled Ron.
"Did you see her legs?" asked Dean.
"I was looking farther up, mate!" replied Seamus with a grin.
"She is soo beautiful!" sighed Lavender.
"And how are you, my dear? Was the trip really that long?"
The woman laughed.
"Oh, Prof'essor McGonagall, you have never traveled by sun rays, have you?"
"What? My dear, where are you from?"
"Hellas, Prof'essor McGonagll; the isles of Hellas."
"Hellas?"
"Greece, Minerva, is its proper name," Snape interjected.
Sania narrowed her eyes at him.
"My people prefer the ancient name, Prof'essor Snape, to remind us of when we were young."
"Are you an Elf, then?" Flitwick asked curiously.
"Yes, I am."
"You don't appear to look like a house-elf," sneered Snape.
Her eyes glittering, Sania turned to him again.
She coldly replied, "Because I am not a house-elf, Prof'essor Snape. We share an ancestry, it is true, but we are as similar as you wizards are from non-magic humans."
As if on cue, Dumbledore rose from his seat, and wished the students a good night's sleep for their classes the next day.
A.N.
Hint: Read Sania's words like a poem, pausing at the punctuation.