Chapter 3
Rags and Professor Riches
That day Harry and his friends were walking along the corridors when they bumped into a rather small man with hands larger than proportionately correct, as well as the feet and head, too. "Good day to you all," he said, cheerily but professionally. "I wonder," he added, "If you could show me the way to Magical Economics?" Harry stood for a moment and thank - was Magical Economics an actual classroom? Before he had a chance to question the odd looking man, he was interrupted by Professor Dumbledore. "Ahhhh, Professor Riches!" he said, looking rather happy. "Dumbledore! Oh my, you mustn't call me Professor Riches, old friend. Please, call me by my first name!" The group of kids leaned in to hear. "Kellen. Kellen Riches, at your service." He said this as he bowed to Dumbledore at the same time. "Very well then, Kellen, I'd like to thank you for coming to teach the school Magical Economics. I know you're a very busy person, and that only shows how dedicated you are, which, (he leaned in) trust me we certainly could use a bit more of that kind around. Not that I'm saying anything bad about my teachers, Professor McGonagall is a fine example, and so is Professor Trelawney, even though she does make me laugh sometimes." He peered over his half-moon glasses and looked down. "Oh, Harry! What a pleasant surprise! Kellen, I'm sure we can finish this conversation up in my chambers after school hours?" Dumbledore sounded very pleased that Professor Riches had arrived, and though what he had said about needing dedication was a little off for him, Harry took nothing to it. "It's been very nice to meet all of you!" said Professor Riches, and was then taken by Dumbledore to his new classroom for Magical Economics. The course, of course, was for higher educated students and apparently Professor Dumbledore thought that he himself would benefit from a little Economics. Harry and his group decided to tag along with the new professor, obviously engaged in what he was saying to himself. Riches got to his classroom, and Dumbledore showed him in with great hospitality. "Well, here you have it, Kellen. It's not much, but it should do for now, yes?" "Professor Dumbledore, I am in my greatest gratitude towards you and your school and your staff. On behalf of Wizengamots, I'd like to offer you this." He handed Dumbledore a small book that contained hand writing and resembled a small diary. The book was about Professor Riches' life; an autobiography of sorts. Dumbledore seemed ecstatic about it and, quite unlike him, told Professor Riches that he couldn't possibly keep it. Of course in the end, Dumbledore now owned a brand new written-in Diary and Professor Riches had new quarters to sleep in, as well as to teach the majority. But why would Albus Dumbledore, most powerful wizard in all the wizarding communities, except, of course, for Lord Voldemort, be so excited about such a small thing such as the diary that Riches had given him? Harry and the group of Ron and Hermione, clambered out behind the large pillar that was next to Professor Riches' quarters. "I wonder what it was," said Ron, enthusiastically, as though he were ready to jump into a new adventure. "I dunno," said Harry, "but we're gonna find out!"
*
Meanwhile, Christian and Lauren were in the midst of yet another row about Christian's ability to think under stressed circumstances. "You could have gotten us killed!" cried Lauren, exasperated. "You know that, right? RIGHT?! I mean, honestly, Christian! Those were muggles of the worst kind. Who are you to think you can just run out of their locked front door and expect not to be seen?" She was so upset with him that her face was turning red, which rarely happened. Christian looked at her, breathing loudly and fast, not out of want to defend himself, but in attraction to her when she was indignant and to-the-point. He walked toward her and she thought that he was going to start yelling directly in her face, but seeming as how he had started kissing her neck rather wetly, she immediately knew different. "Christian, you can't start this. Every time I have something to say you start snogging me or some other thing. Christian? CHRISTIAN!" He bounced back and looked at her shocked and white in the face. "Look, Lauren. It's bad enough already that I already know my faults. I don't really need you to rub them in as deep as they'll go, ya know? You mean a lot to me and I knew you and I would be great partners - both ways - after that night at the bar. You want Potter killed off just as badly as I do, so let's work together on this, OK?" She was smiling broadly and took a step back in realization that he had just said to work as a team. "That's what I've been trying to tell you all night, Coulson." She swept towards him and kissed him right on his cute button nose, giggled, and wandered off.
Rags and Professor Riches
That day Harry and his friends were walking along the corridors when they bumped into a rather small man with hands larger than proportionately correct, as well as the feet and head, too. "Good day to you all," he said, cheerily but professionally. "I wonder," he added, "If you could show me the way to Magical Economics?" Harry stood for a moment and thank - was Magical Economics an actual classroom? Before he had a chance to question the odd looking man, he was interrupted by Professor Dumbledore. "Ahhhh, Professor Riches!" he said, looking rather happy. "Dumbledore! Oh my, you mustn't call me Professor Riches, old friend. Please, call me by my first name!" The group of kids leaned in to hear. "Kellen. Kellen Riches, at your service." He said this as he bowed to Dumbledore at the same time. "Very well then, Kellen, I'd like to thank you for coming to teach the school Magical Economics. I know you're a very busy person, and that only shows how dedicated you are, which, (he leaned in) trust me we certainly could use a bit more of that kind around. Not that I'm saying anything bad about my teachers, Professor McGonagall is a fine example, and so is Professor Trelawney, even though she does make me laugh sometimes." He peered over his half-moon glasses and looked down. "Oh, Harry! What a pleasant surprise! Kellen, I'm sure we can finish this conversation up in my chambers after school hours?" Dumbledore sounded very pleased that Professor Riches had arrived, and though what he had said about needing dedication was a little off for him, Harry took nothing to it. "It's been very nice to meet all of you!" said Professor Riches, and was then taken by Dumbledore to his new classroom for Magical Economics. The course, of course, was for higher educated students and apparently Professor Dumbledore thought that he himself would benefit from a little Economics. Harry and his group decided to tag along with the new professor, obviously engaged in what he was saying to himself. Riches got to his classroom, and Dumbledore showed him in with great hospitality. "Well, here you have it, Kellen. It's not much, but it should do for now, yes?" "Professor Dumbledore, I am in my greatest gratitude towards you and your school and your staff. On behalf of Wizengamots, I'd like to offer you this." He handed Dumbledore a small book that contained hand writing and resembled a small diary. The book was about Professor Riches' life; an autobiography of sorts. Dumbledore seemed ecstatic about it and, quite unlike him, told Professor Riches that he couldn't possibly keep it. Of course in the end, Dumbledore now owned a brand new written-in Diary and Professor Riches had new quarters to sleep in, as well as to teach the majority. But why would Albus Dumbledore, most powerful wizard in all the wizarding communities, except, of course, for Lord Voldemort, be so excited about such a small thing such as the diary that Riches had given him? Harry and the group of Ron and Hermione, clambered out behind the large pillar that was next to Professor Riches' quarters. "I wonder what it was," said Ron, enthusiastically, as though he were ready to jump into a new adventure. "I dunno," said Harry, "but we're gonna find out!"
*
Meanwhile, Christian and Lauren were in the midst of yet another row about Christian's ability to think under stressed circumstances. "You could have gotten us killed!" cried Lauren, exasperated. "You know that, right? RIGHT?! I mean, honestly, Christian! Those were muggles of the worst kind. Who are you to think you can just run out of their locked front door and expect not to be seen?" She was so upset with him that her face was turning red, which rarely happened. Christian looked at her, breathing loudly and fast, not out of want to defend himself, but in attraction to her when she was indignant and to-the-point. He walked toward her and she thought that he was going to start yelling directly in her face, but seeming as how he had started kissing her neck rather wetly, she immediately knew different. "Christian, you can't start this. Every time I have something to say you start snogging me or some other thing. Christian? CHRISTIAN!" He bounced back and looked at her shocked and white in the face. "Look, Lauren. It's bad enough already that I already know my faults. I don't really need you to rub them in as deep as they'll go, ya know? You mean a lot to me and I knew you and I would be great partners - both ways - after that night at the bar. You want Potter killed off just as badly as I do, so let's work together on this, OK?" She was smiling broadly and took a step back in realization that he had just said to work as a team. "That's what I've been trying to tell you all night, Coulson." She swept towards him and kissed him right on his cute button nose, giggled, and wandered off.