Chapter 6: Crevan Lachlan

"Welcome to Hogwarts!" The lean man boomed, the robes seemed baggy for a man of his stature and he looked a bit shabby to be a Headmaster, but the staff seemed to give him half-hearted respect nonetheless,

"I am your Headmaster, Crevan Lachlan, but you can call me either," He smiled and combed his auburn hair carefully with his fingers.

"Sorry, these two pieces of hair always stick up on both sides!"A few of the kids laughed and he smiled warmly back at them.

This man seemed way too young to be a Headmaster.

"Oh, don't worry, I look much younger than I actually am," The man was either a Legilimens, or simply got asked his age often, "I'm really sixty."

The man looked barely older than a seventh year student.

"Now it's time for me to lay down the rules."

A few of the kids let out a low protest as he continued his speech,

"Students caught out of bed after midnight without a proper note from a Professor will suffer consequences. If a student is caught skipping class, not only will their grades suffer, but they'll get to spend detention with me or their respected Teacher. Lastly, the Forbidden Forest is off limits to those who don't want to die an agonizing death." He winked,

"Please refrain from testing that statement," His eyes seemed to dart toward James and his group of friends with a raised eyebrow and a smirk. "I hope all of you have a magical time at Hogwarts! Don't forget to come see me at my office if you need anything. I'm open for all of you, always! Really, if I'm snoozing just knock on my door!"

He tipped his small black wizard cap and took his seat in the great chair.

Proffessor Longbottom took his place at the pedestal. "Thank you Headmaster Lachlan, and now for the feast!" He waved his hands in a delicate motion and platters upon platters of food appeared at the table. It was hard to miss James shoving layers of food on his plate as if it was going to disappear at any moment. Rose was trying to slow him down, unsuccessfully.

Albus went straight for the mashed potatoes and gravy, then added a slice of roast turkey, carrots, peas, and biscuits to his plate. He turned to Scorpius and raised his glass of cranberry juice. "Cheers?"

Scorpius smirked, "Cheers mate." They clinked their glasses and took a sip, ignoring the other Slytherin's inching away from them as if they were parasites.

"What's wrong with you guys?" Al wrinkled his nose. "Do I smell bad or something?"

"Nah, I think you're just too ugly for them Potter." Scorpius let out.

"Yeah, thanks for the backup Scorp."

"Any time Potter."

They glared and returned to their meal.

"You'd think Moaning Myrtle showed up in their toilet or something." Scorpius mumbled.

"I could befriend her and ask for that favor."

Scorpius chocked on the carrot his was chewing on and as soon as he rid his giggles said, "Yeah, let's work on that."

"Scorp?"

"Yeah Potter?"

"How about I help you get that sticky goop out of your hair once we get to the common room?"

"Please do."