Case file:17881SS
aliases: Saint Sabrina
Bog Shaman, Marie St. Claire
Yakima, Sabs the Ripper,
Sabrina "Molotov magician" DeJardin
Reportee: Severus snape, Potionsmaster
Date: October 12, 2003
Honestly, this woman frightens me.
The first time I saw her was a week before the beginning of term. Moody had gone mad, which was only to be expected, but his replacement was something I would never have expected. First a werewolf, now thiscreature. I usually stand by the headmaster's decisions, but this was obviously an error in judgement. An auror though she may be, a childish freak she is even more so, and unfit for the position she was awarded.
I do not know what she is, other than big, and a whore. Around seven feet, I would say, even without those ridiculous muggle-made shoes she always wears. She is also lewd, crude and very sexual. Frankly, I do not like her, and I doubt that opinion will ever change. I do not trust anything that stands more than six feet in height, especially if it is female.
She always wore something racy, when she was not teaching; and even when she was teaching, she wore those horrible muggle ornaments pierced through her face. I cannot even make a guess at how many pairs of those unnecessarily massive shoes she owned. Some of the outfits she concocted defied not only the laws of physics, but of the magical world as well.
Back to the subject at hand, I first saw her in the staff lounge, doing just that, lounging. While the rest of us were toiling away in our respective studies and chambers, the new instructor, this 'DeJardin', was simply lolling about on the sofa. I had to stop myself several times from telling her off.
One instance of this, I was reading one of my texts on the properties of fae blood, when the new addition pranced on into the staff room, having to duck beneath the doorway to do so.
I merely glanced up, but apparently, she took this as an invitation to sit beside me.
"Hiya!" she said in greeting, or something hideously muggle-originated like that. I looked up and nodded silently, hoping that she would go away.
She did not.