Xentris Omega
Dumbledore's eyes crinkled into a smile as he announced the usual beginning- of-term gibberish.
"Mr. Filch would like to remind me, for the sixth-hundredth-and seventy-third time, that magic is not allowed in the corridors, neither are Weasley's Wildfire Whiz-bangs-they caused enough trouble last year, he mentioned, Doofusse's Fake Dung, and a list of other items that can be found entirely covering his office door. In more cheerful matters, we would like to welcome Professor Xentris Omega, who will be taking the post of Defence Against the Dark Arts this year." A cautious stream of applause rose from the students as a thin young man with short hair, save for a braid, nodded curtly. He wore a black leather robe with a silver dragon emblazoned on the back, which made him look more like a mercenary than a teacher. The tinted spectacles didn't help.
"Professor Omega will be taking over Professor Umbridge, who most unfortunately( some people rolled their eyes at this) had to leave us last year, due to an urgent call from the Ministry. Xentris has come all the way from South-East Asia to teach. Most of you will remember her-"
"Did you say HER?" Ron exclaimed in shock. The young "man" grinned.
"As a matter of fact, yes, Mr. Weasley. I suggest you treat her with all due respect, however." Ron looked rather dreamy as he stared up at the staff table. Dumbledore cleared his throat and carried on. "Quidditch tryouts will take place..."
Ron continued to stare.
Dumbledore's eyes crinkled into a smile as he announced the usual beginning- of-term gibberish.
"Mr. Filch would like to remind me, for the sixth-hundredth-and seventy-third time, that magic is not allowed in the corridors, neither are Weasley's Wildfire Whiz-bangs-they caused enough trouble last year, he mentioned, Doofusse's Fake Dung, and a list of other items that can be found entirely covering his office door. In more cheerful matters, we would like to welcome Professor Xentris Omega, who will be taking the post of Defence Against the Dark Arts this year." A cautious stream of applause rose from the students as a thin young man with short hair, save for a braid, nodded curtly. He wore a black leather robe with a silver dragon emblazoned on the back, which made him look more like a mercenary than a teacher. The tinted spectacles didn't help.
"Professor Omega will be taking over Professor Umbridge, who most unfortunately( some people rolled their eyes at this) had to leave us last year, due to an urgent call from the Ministry. Xentris has come all the way from South-East Asia to teach. Most of you will remember her-"
"Did you say HER?" Ron exclaimed in shock. The young "man" grinned.
"As a matter of fact, yes, Mr. Weasley. I suggest you treat her with all due respect, however." Ron looked rather dreamy as he stared up at the staff table. Dumbledore cleared his throat and carried on. "Quidditch tryouts will take place..."
Ron continued to stare.
