"Well, now that that is taken care of." Godric cleared his throat, looking at the Chimaera. Salazar had already taken samples of it, fur, scales, blood, tooth, claws, who knew what else. He seemed content excited even at the prospect of getting to research it more completely. "Why don't we head back up to the castle. I'm sure the students will have heard about the commotion. We should see to them."

"Corpus Serva." Hermione watched in open curiosity as Salazar aimed his wand at the Chimaera. A liquid like substance began to slide over it's body as it lifted into the air.

"What are you doing to it?" She asked blinking. She had never seen anything use a spell like that. Corpus usually pertained to the body.

"I am taking it's body up to the castle to study it further. The spell I placed on it will preserve it just as it is, and I won't have to worry about it decaying and obscuring any tests or information I might gather from it." Salazar explained quickly. Hermione got the distinct impression that the man didn't like answering questions.

"Interesting." Already Hermione's mind was going a million miles an hour. Never before had information on a Chimaera been collected let alone analyzed. Even Newt Scamander hadn't had much to say about the Chimaera. He had written more about Manicore's for Merlin's say. It could be bad, very bad. Then again it could also be good. Potions could be developed that would save lives. What if the wrong lives were saved though?

"Hermione." The sound of her name drew the young woman away from her thoughts. Godric stood before her smiling charmingly. "Would you accompany me back to the castle?" He held his arm out for her. "I would love to introduce you to your students." Hermione blushed looking up at him. She was not a naive woman, she knew when a man faniced her. Never in a million years had she thought she'd catch the fancy of Godric Gryffindor though.

'Oh. Well, Godric, I." Briefly Hermione's eyes left him and she saw the dark scowl on Draco's face almost like a warning. Telling her not to take his arm. "Thank you! I would love to walk with you and I'd be delighted to meet the students." Oh how bright her smile was up at him, the warmth in her voice. She hoped it goaded Draco good.

"Wonderful." Almost like an afterthought, he looked at the others. "I trust that you will all be coming along shortly?"

"Yes, we will be right behind your Godric. The ladies, that is to say, Rowena and I will make sure to get this young man back to the castle." The twinkle in Helga's eye, Hermione didn't know why but it made her want to blush deeper as if Helga knew Hermione's thoughts.

"Good, good. Salazar can help if you need be." Godric didn't seem to mind that Helga had all but questioned his manhood outright. Resting his large hand delicately on top of Hermione's together they strode toward the castle. Almost immediately Godric began making small talk.

"While all of our students are a gift in their own right, there is one I feel you'll take a special liking to. He had certainly intrigued all of us. Able to change his appearance at will. Most interesting." A metamorphmagus? Oh that was interesting indeed!

"Oh really? That does sound quite interesting. Is he a member of your own house?" Hermione couldn't mentioned that he would be a member of her house if they were the case.

"Sadly no." Godric did seem a little peeved to admit it. "While skilled, definitely intelligent, he wasn't exactly what I look for in my students." Hermione had the distinct feeling this particular student might not have expressed interest in Godric's house from his tone of voice. "No, Merlin is in Slytherin. I daresay my old friend will teach him well."

"I'm sorry, but did you say his name was Merlin?" Hermione felt her heart thudding. Surely it wasn't the Merlin.

"Yes, Merlin Gray." Crap it was that Merlin. "Though he seems to dislike his full name. He is young, only eleven, but appears to have an excellent control over magic already." Hermione had always know that Merlin attended Hogwarts, she had even known that he'd been sorted into Slytherin. If Merlin was attending school already though . .

"Is there, by any chance, a young woman by the name of Morgana attending here as well?" Hermione asked trying to keep her voice from rising an octave and causing any suspicion by her line of questioning.

"Morgana? No, no we don't have a Morgana. We do have a young woman by the name of Morgan. Does that matter?" Godric asked looking at Hermione a sort of bemused curiosity tugging at his features.

"No, no. I'm sure that it isn't relevant." Hermione waved him off. Though still, a nagging sensation lingered in the back of her mind. She couldn't quite put her finger on it, she'd have to though. She'd figure it out sooner or later or go insane trying to. That was how Hermione was.

"It might be rather brazen of me Hermione." They had stopped outside the doors. "I must admit I find you quite enchanting. Tell me, I beg you not to think the question too forward of me. Your travelling companion, the young Draco, is he?" Godric had stopped talking, his green eyes studying her face intensely.

"Draco? Oh, oh no." Hermione snorted in laughter covering her mouth quickly to not seem rude. "No, Godric. I think he would rather battle that Chimaera again than confess to any romantic desires, feelings, or notions toward me." Hermione explained, he had looked rather perplexed at her laughter.

"Then he is a fool!" Godric's sudden conviction, with such passion that it started Hermione. There was a fire in his eyes so vibrant it made Hermione blush. "You are a beautiful and talented young woman. Any man would be honored to call you his." Oh dear. Men of the medieval era certainly knew how to woo women.

"Thank you Godric. That is very kind of you to say." Hermione's voice was quiet and felt thick in her throat. She had to look away under the pressure of his gaze. "Draco is just a-a-a friend." Hermione stumbled over the word. "Iam happy with our current arrangement and have no want for it to change."

"Good, that means I am free to court you. Court you I shall Miss Selwyn." Bringing her hand up to her lips he kissed it again, leading her in the castle doors. Only the smell of food hitting her suddenly ravenous stomach made her focus on something other than her burning cheeks. With all the excitement of the day, she hadn't gotten to eat.

The others had begun pulling up the hill toward the castle as Godric had spoken to Hermione. She wanted nothing more than to settle down before any questions were thrown her way. Entering the Great Hall, Hermione was surprised to see that there was only one long table, not four. Students turned at their entrance, an older wizard stood approaching Godric. To Hermione it looked as it he had been the appointed one to do so.

"We heard that the Chimaera was wreaking havoc in town? Was anyone hurt? Where are the other teachers sir?" The old man's eyes barely flickered upon Hermione. He, clearly, didn't believe she would hold any of the answers he sought. The other students though were gazing at her curiously. Though he looked older than Godric he spoke respectfully, letting Hermione know without a doubt, he was a student.

"Worry not Claudius. When the others arrive your Headmistress will, undoubtedly, address the whole school about the matter." Godric assured the man. Headmistress? Is Helga the school's very first Headmistress? I've never read anything about that! Hermione's respect for Helga only grew. "Come Hermione, you can sit beside me." Godric grinned down at her, leading toward the faculty table.

"Oh, I don't want to take someone else's seat." Hermione said looking at the four large backed seats. Each of them were appropriately colored with plush velvet of their house. Clearly Hermione could see the deep shade of blue beside Godric's gold and rub chair.

"Nonsense. We will simply add another chair for you! Do you have a color preference?" Godric asked looking at Hermione his wand raised, ready to to conjure her up a chair.

"Purple. My room is purple and I quite like it." Godric grinned at her.

"Say no more." Godric gave her a saucy wink and conjured up a chair identical to the others for her, save for the velvet on the back and bottom were of a beautiful purple. The color matched her room almost perfectly. The sight of a giant roast beef, mashed potatoes, asparagus, Hermione couldn't count all the food on the faculty table but it all looked delicious and she was starving.

"Headmistess Hufflepuff!" Several of the students had popped up as the others arrived in the Great Hall. A flurry of questions were fired at Helga as they came further into the Great Hall toward the faculty table.

"Please, please, I will answer all your questions as soon as I can. Let all of us get something to eat and then I will answer your questions." Helga assured all of the students. She arched a fine brow looking at Hermione as she sat down in the seat next to Godric. The smile on her face small, knowing. A few minutes later the other four had gotten themselves situated, Draco sitting on the other side of Rowena, his chair a deep grey. Hermione didn't know it, but it also matched his room.

"Now, that we have all gotten a chance to eat I will answer your questions. But, if you will permit me I will answer a few before I take any." Helga said chuckling. A few of the students echoed her laughter. "You will of course, have noticed there are two new additions to the faculty. Beside Godric we have the Miss Hermione Selwyn, she will be teaching the subject Ancient Runes." There was polite clapping as Helga introduced her. Hermione wasn't sure what to do, but she stood, gave a modest bow before sitting back down. "There beside Rowena is Draco Malfoy. He will be teaching Magical Creatures." To Hermione's displeasure the clapping was decidedly louder at the prospect of Draco's class. Something he smirked across the table to at Hermione.

"What about the Chimaera?!" One of the students asked. All of the students agreed hurriedly. They didn't want to hear about the teachers so much as the Chimaera.

"Yes, of course, of course the interesting news." Helga chuckled as did Godric and Hermione. Rowena and Salazar both looked peeved. To Hermione it seemed as if they didn't like students showing even the smallest amount of disrespect. "The Chimaera did indeed attack the town. Thankfully, with the help of our newest teachers we were able to stop it." The students cheered loudly clapping. Even though there was only seventy of them it sounded almost thunderous. "Now, Monday morning you will all be given your new class schedules that will fit in Ancient Runes and Magical Creatures. Until then, please tuck in and return to your Common Rooms."

With a flurry of movement the students stood, slowly beginning to file out of the Great Hall. A few of them didn't though, a few began walking toward the faculty table. One of which was a young man, he had a head full of silver hair. He walked right up to Hermione and stuck his small hand out toward her.

"Hello Madam Selwyn, I would like to be one of the first to officially welcome you to Hogwarts. I, for one, look forward to learning Ancient Runes. I've been able to translate a small few but having someone competent to teach it would be a relief."

"Oh, well thank you." Hermione took his hand shaking it gently. "I take it that you are Merlin?" She asked watching as his hair began adding streaks of violet to it.

"Yes, my apologies I should have said that first." His thin face blushed. Hermione couldn't help smile at him gently. He appeared to be the kind of young man who was trying hard to be seen as more mature than his age. Hermione could understand that, she had been almost the same kind of child.

"It's not a problem Merlin. If we are ever to make mistakes it should be at school right?" Hermione suggested giving him a cordial wink. "Besides some of the most brilliant people I've met weren't the best in social situations." Merlin seemed to perk up at this information, his violet streaks turning to a brilliant yellow.

"I think you might be right Madam Selwyn!" He said grinning up at her brightly before turning and heading out of the Great Hall. Hermione couldn't help but muse over the fact that arguably one of the best wizards ever known, certainly the most famous, had just taken advice from her. Looking at Godric, seeing that he was caught by two different students, Hermione knew this was her only chance to get away.

"Hermione." Godric called to her, his green eyes hopeful. She motioned for him to stay, trying to say that the students were more important than her at the moment. He nodded though Hermione knew this wasn't going to be the end of him trying to gain her affections. Getting up, intending on heading toward her quarters and begin planning some of her lessons, Hermione stopped surprised that Draco was leaning just outside the Great Hall.

"Did I hear that right? Did that student just introduce himself to you. That was Merlin? As in THE Merlin?" Draco asked scowling. Hermione regarded him coldly. She hadn't forgotten the extreme reaction she had gotten from him earlier. "And what's with you and Godric? What are you trying to bag yourself another famous Wizard?"

"I am not trying to bag anyone." Hermione flared up, her eyes vicious. 'Not that it's any of your business. Now, if you don't mind." Pushing past him, Hermione had known he would try to stop her, had planned on it even. She didn't miss a beat as he grabbed her arm. "Don't touch me." She tore her arm from him savagely stalking away. Draco's eyes widened slightly as he looked at her.

"Come on now Gr- Hermione. You didn't take that seriously did you?" Draco called after her. She didn't turn to look back at him, nor did she say anything. "God damn witches." Draco growled slamming the side of his fist in the wall for a moment before shoving off, heading down into the dungeons.