He ran towards the station and barely caught the train. Young students were all over the place and Mr. De Vil was not happy. It felt extremely crowded.
-" Be patient. You know why you are here. If this thing works, you`ll be considered the greatest wizard of all times. You will be famous.", he said to himself.
Not long after that, when he was alreday in the train, Mr. De Vil noticed a girl and two boys. It was not hard to indentify Mr. Potter with that scar on this forehead. Walking towards them, he knew he had to make some sort of introduction. It was very important because he wanted to look powerful and strong.
They saw that very unusual man is standing next to them and seemed somewhat confused. They looked at each other not knowing what to think.
-" A teacher perhaps?", asked Ron not having a better answer on who is that mysterious person.
-" Oh, don`t be ridiculous Ron. It`s something else, I`m sure of it.", said Hermione with a strict voice.
The second Mr. De Vil heard them talking about him,he just couldn`t be quiet anymore. He lifted his cane in the air, as if it was some sort of a show, and when the cane landed back into his hand, he bowed.
-" Oh, yes my beautiful lady. I am indeed something else, but with a bit of luck, I just might become a teacher. After all, if I do become one, that would mean I would be able to see you every day, and honestly, only a mad man would miss that opportunity."
As he was saying that, he took Hermione`s hand and gave her a small but a meaningful kiss. Her brown eyes widened so she just stood there speechless. In fact, they all were.
Ron did not look happy and neither did Harry.
-" But sir, who are you?", asked Harry not knowing what to think anymore.
-" Me? I am Mr. De Vil. It is a pleasure to meet you Mr. Potter, I am truly happy we have met so soon. You might even call it a fate."
Mr. De Vil just realised what he said. That was not powerful at all. Still, there was a chance for him to be at least mysterious if nothing else. The plan was to go. It was that simple. Still it needed to be somewhat dramatic. "A stare will do, I am sure of it", Mr. De Vil thought to himself.
-" A fate? Why is that so, sir?"
-"Hmmm…"
Mr. De Vil stared at young boy pretending to see his soul. That made it easier to stare so much.
He turned around and, as soon as he took one step foward, he tripped and fell on the floor.
-"Sir, are you alright?", said the three of them in the same voice.
It felt so embarrassing. This was not even close to the plan. He was mad.
-" Yes!" , Mr. De Vil screamed like a child while running away.
When he was already gone, away from the trio, he looked at the window. He saw himself tripping and falling over and over again.
-"Fuck!", he screamed once more.