Halloween
As Halloween approached the buzz in the school was definitely Professor Majere. He seemed to have no regard for traditional Ministry of Magic laws, school rules, authority figures, besides Dumbledore himself, and he didn't even use a wand. Everyone wondered what his deal was.
The biggest surprise of the year happened the night before Halloween. Professor Snape came to dinner and approached Raistlin. A few of the students, especially the Hufflepuffs, in which Raistlin had a particular dislike for, believed that these two professors were going to become fast friends.
To everyone's surprise, after Snape had spent a few moments talking very quietly to Raistlin, Raistlin turned and made a very short reply and Snape backed away in horror. He actually stumbled over his own feet and crashed into the end of the teachers table. He spun on his backside and continued to scoot away, as if he couldn't escape Raistlin's stare quickly enough. Raistlin, on the other hand, made no threatening gesture, didn't even acknowledge Snape beyond to watch him with a strangled amusement.
Everyone in the great hall, minus the Slytherin table was roaring with laughter as Snape left the Great Hall. It seemed only Harry noticed the look on Dumbledore's face. Dumbledore was looking down the teacher's table towards Raistlin with a look Harry had never seen cross Dumbledore's face. It was pure anger. He has never seen that much anger pouring out of one person, especially Professor Dumbledore. Raistlin seemed totally unaware, happily sipping his tea and picking at his plate. He seemed totally pleased with himself.
The following night at the big Halloween feast, Snape and Raistlin sat on opposite ends of the table from one another. Spirits were high and everyone seemed to be having a good time. Sadly, Dumbledore had to put an end to all the festivities near 10 o'clock with a grave announcement. "I hate to spoil this evening, but I have some very important news. As everyone knows, Voldemort," most of the student body winced at the mention of his name, "is beginning to show his true power again. He has made a public declaration today. He says that he will attack me, as well as Hogwarts, sometime before the end of the year."
A collective gasp escaped from everyone in the Great Hall, but Dumbledore silenced them with a raised hand. "Do not worry my students; we will just begin to take extra precaution in all our activities. There will be no more Quidditch until after the Christmas holiday, a curfew of 6pm will begin being enforced, and a few people will be here to help me combat this dark force. You will be without both your Potions Master and your Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher for a time. Severus and Raistlin have both agreed to help me. Professors McGonagall and Flitwick will pick up the extra classes.
"Along with them, former professors Lupin and the real Moody will be joining our ranks to act as hall guards. Finally, a bit of a celebrity will be around. You have all heard of him, but I assure you that all the charges have been dropped, Sirius Black will be hanging around in our halls." That got a reaction. The Great Hall was plunged into turmoil. Screaming and arguing erupted everywhere. Again Dumbledore called for silence.
The Head Boy, a Ravenclaw, decided to speak on behalf of the student body. "Sir, this isn't just a security problem, this is Voldemort declaring war on Hogwarts! What can we expect will happen?"
Instead of Dumbledore answering this, Raistlin stood up. "Listen to me. There is nothing that Voldemort can do that will be able to stop me, nothing! If this Dark Lord, or any of his followers, even tries to put one step inside this castle, they will meet the most painful death they could ever imagine, at my hands."
Again the students sat in awe of Raistlin. Something about the look in his eyes, those weird hourglass pupil eyes, told everyone that he was very serious. Even Dumbledore had an interesting look beneath his half-moon shaped spectacles. This Raistlin was turning out more than he expected.
As Halloween approached the buzz in the school was definitely Professor Majere. He seemed to have no regard for traditional Ministry of Magic laws, school rules, authority figures, besides Dumbledore himself, and he didn't even use a wand. Everyone wondered what his deal was.
The biggest surprise of the year happened the night before Halloween. Professor Snape came to dinner and approached Raistlin. A few of the students, especially the Hufflepuffs, in which Raistlin had a particular dislike for, believed that these two professors were going to become fast friends.
To everyone's surprise, after Snape had spent a few moments talking very quietly to Raistlin, Raistlin turned and made a very short reply and Snape backed away in horror. He actually stumbled over his own feet and crashed into the end of the teachers table. He spun on his backside and continued to scoot away, as if he couldn't escape Raistlin's stare quickly enough. Raistlin, on the other hand, made no threatening gesture, didn't even acknowledge Snape beyond to watch him with a strangled amusement.
Everyone in the great hall, minus the Slytherin table was roaring with laughter as Snape left the Great Hall. It seemed only Harry noticed the look on Dumbledore's face. Dumbledore was looking down the teacher's table towards Raistlin with a look Harry had never seen cross Dumbledore's face. It was pure anger. He has never seen that much anger pouring out of one person, especially Professor Dumbledore. Raistlin seemed totally unaware, happily sipping his tea and picking at his plate. He seemed totally pleased with himself.
The following night at the big Halloween feast, Snape and Raistlin sat on opposite ends of the table from one another. Spirits were high and everyone seemed to be having a good time. Sadly, Dumbledore had to put an end to all the festivities near 10 o'clock with a grave announcement. "I hate to spoil this evening, but I have some very important news. As everyone knows, Voldemort," most of the student body winced at the mention of his name, "is beginning to show his true power again. He has made a public declaration today. He says that he will attack me, as well as Hogwarts, sometime before the end of the year."
A collective gasp escaped from everyone in the Great Hall, but Dumbledore silenced them with a raised hand. "Do not worry my students; we will just begin to take extra precaution in all our activities. There will be no more Quidditch until after the Christmas holiday, a curfew of 6pm will begin being enforced, and a few people will be here to help me combat this dark force. You will be without both your Potions Master and your Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher for a time. Severus and Raistlin have both agreed to help me. Professors McGonagall and Flitwick will pick up the extra classes.
"Along with them, former professors Lupin and the real Moody will be joining our ranks to act as hall guards. Finally, a bit of a celebrity will be around. You have all heard of him, but I assure you that all the charges have been dropped, Sirius Black will be hanging around in our halls." That got a reaction. The Great Hall was plunged into turmoil. Screaming and arguing erupted everywhere. Again Dumbledore called for silence.
The Head Boy, a Ravenclaw, decided to speak on behalf of the student body. "Sir, this isn't just a security problem, this is Voldemort declaring war on Hogwarts! What can we expect will happen?"
Instead of Dumbledore answering this, Raistlin stood up. "Listen to me. There is nothing that Voldemort can do that will be able to stop me, nothing! If this Dark Lord, or any of his followers, even tries to put one step inside this castle, they will meet the most painful death they could ever imagine, at my hands."
Again the students sat in awe of Raistlin. Something about the look in his eyes, those weird hourglass pupil eyes, told everyone that he was very serious. Even Dumbledore had an interesting look beneath his half-moon shaped spectacles. This Raistlin was turning out more than he expected.