"As you wish Severus." I walked to Trelawney's classroom and entered.
"Professor Trelawney, may I speak with you?" What I heard in reply was
startling.
"Give it to me big boy, give it to me!"
I stepped away from the ladder and went down to Professor Flitwick's.
"Professor Flitwick, are you here?" No answer, he's busy. I flinched at the
thought of him and Trelawney getting it on. Don't they know about blood
pressure?
Look who's talking, Mr. Four thousand years old. I walked over to
Professor McGonagall's,
She was sitting on her desk in her cat form, I debated about changing into
a wolf and chasing her around the room, but with the spells she knew, I
probably would be a toad before I got to Crinos.
I spoke to her "Professor McGonagall."
"First off, Professor Rothos call me Minerva and second, tell me about your
past."
"Gladly Minerva; I am a four thousand year old immortal, who was
accidentally brought over by a vampire, don't worry I'm cured and I am a
genetic werewolf, safe also and an accomplished monster hunter."
"Well, do you hate cats?"
"No, some of my best friends are Bastet."
"What?"
"Cats, Minerva." I hastily replied thankful I hadn't told her more than I
needed to.
Sliding out of there with that, I made my way to the Great Hall.
All the chairs at the teachers table were full, except for Professors
Flitwick, Trelawney and myself. There was another chair and setting for a
teacher's assistant, who could it be?
I sat in my chair and was thoroughly surprised when a young tanned man
walked in and sat down next to McGonagall. Dumbledore called for silence
and introduced Mr. Pierson, I smiled at Methos and ate my dinner and
excused myself. I went back to my room and slept well, despite Methos's
strong Buzz.
I skipped morning meal and broke fast in my office, my first class wasn't until second period. Time ran funny in this school, this school ran on wizarding time; whenever a teacher dismissed a class they hovered around or went to their next class. I kept my classes exactly one Muggle hour since there was an ample amount of material to cover and not enough classes to cover it in. "Contrary to popular belief, vampires are not the highest form of undead. The highest form of undead is the Archlich; he was once a powerful wizard that craved immortality. I refer to him, because he is unique among undead; if you cross him then expect one of two things. One a direct assault by his minions and followers or two a direct assault. Since he is more powerful by magnitudes there are no defenses against him, someday when he becomes a true god there might be a female archlich. Rest assured they are pure evil in a skull, if there were defenses against them then I would tell you. Miss Granger's hand shot up. "Yes, Mrs. Granger? what does the star student of this class have to say?"
Right then and there she turned ten shades of red and asked. "Why is he so powerful?" "Ms. Granger, when no one opposes evil it spreads like a cancer, can I see you after class? Your homework is to write down on a sheet of parchment what you would like to learn about next class, Class is dismissed." Hermione walked forward with great anticipation that I would talk with wisdom to her.
I skipped morning meal and broke fast in my office, my first class wasn't until second period. Time ran funny in this school, this school ran on wizarding time; whenever a teacher dismissed a class they hovered around or went to their next class. I kept my classes exactly one Muggle hour since there was an ample amount of material to cover and not enough classes to cover it in. "Contrary to popular belief, vampires are not the highest form of undead. The highest form of undead is the Archlich; he was once a powerful wizard that craved immortality. I refer to him, because he is unique among undead; if you cross him then expect one of two things. One a direct assault by his minions and followers or two a direct assault. Since he is more powerful by magnitudes there are no defenses against him, someday when he becomes a true god there might be a female archlich. Rest assured they are pure evil in a skull, if there were defenses against them then I would tell you. Miss Granger's hand shot up. "Yes, Mrs. Granger? what does the star student of this class have to say?"
Right then and there she turned ten shades of red and asked. "Why is he so powerful?" "Ms. Granger, when no one opposes evil it spreads like a cancer, can I see you after class? Your homework is to write down on a sheet of parchment what you would like to learn about next class, Class is dismissed." Hermione walked forward with great anticipation that I would talk with wisdom to her.