Disclaimer: I do not nor will I ever own the rights to Harry Potter or any supporting material in the franchise.
Enjoy!
Phoenix walked through town on the way to her apartment after finally finishing the last brutally long shift at the campground that is her summer job. 'One more raid then a few days off before my other second job starts' she thought as she entered her tiny one room house.
It was a decent space with limited furnishings. A neatly made bed in one corner and the bathroom that was surrounded by homemade shoji panels in another. There was a kitchen with a little stove and fireplace along with a couch and work area filling out the rest of the space. The whole room was neat, clean and adorably decorated.
Phoenix dropped her keys and bag on the little table by the door and made her way over to the refrigerator. Pulling out a chicken breast and some broccoli she made herself a lovely stir fry; grabbing some folders and the food, she walked over to her bed and spread everything out. As of Monday next week she would officially become the professor of potions at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
As the hours ticked by she planned her lessons out until Christmas. Seven years, four houses, an unknown number of students. Her head starts to swim, 'I'm not cut out to be a teacher' she thinks sighing in defeat. She puts her papers and folders on the make shift nightstand she had created out of some pieces of wood she found. Turning out the lights she fell into a light sleep knowing how early she would have to wake up the following morning.
I had this idea after reading "The Cursed Child" and decided to write it down. Nothing like this has been written yet that I can find so I hope its a bit of a unique take on the series. If you enjoyed this introduction/prolog please comment. I'd like to hear what you think. Constructive criticism is always welcome but please be kind about it. This is my first fic that I see going anywhere.
Cheers!
-Kikira