Chapter Three: The Applicant
Headmaster Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall watched him approach steadily, left hand in his pocket, the right swinging at his side casually. He was a dark and imposing man with sleek black hair cascading down is back, green eyes glittering eerily. A peculiar scar stretched from his hairline dragging down over his right eye, continuing down his cheek until it disappeared out of site beneath his collar. He was wearing dark velvet green robes, black slacks and likewise a black silk vest. He stopped a few feet away, nodding his head and addressing both wizards formally.
"I'm afraid you have us at a disadvantage, stranger, who do we have the pleasure of becoming acquainted with?" Albus queried.
The beginnings of a smirk momentarily crossed his features before it disappeared, "Concerned for the safety of your precious students as always, Headmaster?" he inclined his head "Septimus Argus Scyth, at your service"
"Intriguing name" he said, eyes searching for some hint.
The corner of his lip twitched before replying, "With an intriguing story"
"One that I hope one day to hear"
"Of course, perhaps over some tea? Or perhaps some lemon drops? Your taste for muggle sweets is legendary"
Albus Dumbledore watched the man carefully, such a strange man! Who was he? Where did he come from? Was he a servant of the Dark Lord?
He threw the thought away, if he meant harm, he couldn't have passed the boundaries. All the same, he was a rather peculiar wizard.
Inside his warm, inviting office Dumbledore sat on his scarlet high back chair sipping tea and watching the newest member of his school with rapt attention.
It seemed strange to sit there ever so calm, watching the other man down the truth vertiserum potion, as if it was something he did frequently. When the last drop was drained from the silver goblet, the headmaster watched as strangely familiar green eyes slightly glazed, never losing their intensity.
"What is your true name?"
"Septimus Scyth"
"Do you mean harm to the students or faculty at this school for witchcraft and wizardry?"
"No"
"Do you serve the dark lord?"
"No"
"Whom do you serve?"
"My self"
The headmaster stared a long moment at the silent figure before him.
"I see…"
"Do you plan on taking over the wizarding or muggle world at any time?"
"No"
"What would you be qualified to teach?"
"Potions, Defense Against the Dark Arts, Transfiguration, and Herbology"
"Where did you acquire your knowledge of such thing? Durmstrang?"
"No, I received training from my family"
"Drink this"
Septimus obediently accepted the goblet of lilac colored liquid. Immidietly his glazed eyes cleared, and he blinked at the Headmaster who smiled, customary twinkle in place.
"Welcome to Hogwarts, professor, if you'll follow me, the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom is this way"
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Thanks to my reviewers! I know it's short, and I'm sorry, but I'll try really hard on the next chapter! I promise!