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The Teacher with the Magical Eye

2

"Welcome students, one thing before we eat, tuck..." Just then a huge rumble of thunder rudely interrupted the Headmaster. The Great Hall doors swung open to reveal, heavily cloaked figure. Lightening flashed illuminating a face that reminded me of a Picasso painting, and a strange eye, that spun around in its socket at an alarming speed unreachable by the normal eye. I heard Hermoine gasp beside me. And Ron mutter, "Who the bloody hell is that?"

The figure continued right up to the teachers' table, his peg leg echoing against the student body's silence.

Then Dumbledore as if nothing strange had happened said, "Ah, you have finally arrived Professor Moody. Students this is your new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, Professor Moody. Now ah where was I at, Tuck in!" He finished with a smile. He sat down and Moody took up a vacant chair at the table.

At Dumbledore's words the empty plates and goblets were instantly filled with every type of food possible, some of it quite unrecognizable to me.

"Oh, Mad Eyed Moody, my dad just helped him out just this morn, had a nasty run-in with the muggle police." Ron said, his brow furrowed in thought as he helped himself to potatoes.

I barely just heard this because my mind was focused on this strange new professor, he had pulled out a flask and drank from that instead of the goblet in front of him. Also curious was about him instead of eating right away, he sniffed each morsel of food cautiously.

"Why does he eat that way?" I pondered aloud.

George answered, "He always was that way, ever since retiring from Dark Wizard Hunting."

"Afraid some blokes, gonna poison his food or drink,that's his reasons for the special flask." Fred offered.

Since, the dude, did honestly look like a character and this definitely explains it. Why would they want such a person, for a professor here. My thoughts were interrupted, by Dumbledore.

"Students let me remind you that we are not allowed in the Forbidden Forest, and there is a list of unwanted magical joke stuffs, on the door of Fitch's office, I highly recommend at least glancing at that so there will be no misunderstandings." There was a grumble from Fred and George at this announcement.

"Now to the bright side of our evening, I have an important announcement, this year we have decided to reinstate the Triwizard Tournament, due to past difficulties, we will only allow student in their 5th year and up to partake of this amazing challenge between schools."

Now the whole Great Hall was buzzing with excitement and also the complaints of the younger students. All I could think is, how are they going to determine who will compete in the tournament.

Fred was grumbling along with George about the ordeal of having to be in your 5th year and be of the age of 16.

It didn't bother me all that much because what was the point in competing in something that endangers your life. Okay count me out on that, no way am I risking my life for some stupid tournament.

I voiced my opinion of it but only got swear words and glares for the twins, Hermoine however agreed fully with me while Harry and Ron gaped open mouthed at me.

"Ah now students let us finish with our school song and then it is off to bed." The Head master announced. I agreed on this.

At this everyone led by Dumbledore's wand started singing I tried my best to sing along in my own tune to Arvil's song "So much for my happy ending" I didn't even honestly know the words so I just kinda hummed along.

In the end he flicked his wand with a flourish and abruptly ever one died out until it was only the twin singing an old English funeral march. They ended and there was clapping of approve from all around the Great Hall.

I followed Harry, Ron, and Hermoine who where all talking animatedly with this other boy with brown hair carrying a toad. It seems this boy had missed this Quidditch World Cup thingy.

I finally spoke up, "What is this World Cup thing anyway?" Harry and Ron looked at me with disbelief while Hermoine nodded knowingly.

"You don't know what the World Cup is?" Ron said this with every bit of disbelief etched on his face.

Hermoine came to my rescue just then, "If you remember right Ron, Runa has never been in the magical world before, so therefore everything and anything would confuse or fascinate her." Hermoine finished glaring at both daring them to object to her reasoning.

I muttered a thanks, and looked up to face a portrait of a Fat Lady, and Harry went a head of me and muttered the word, "pixy dust"

"What?" I exclaimed and watched as the portrait swung to the side revealing a hole in which Harry entered.

"The password to our house, don't forget now, Runa." Ron looked back at me and smiled. I melted, he has the sweetest smile.

We entered one at a time, and I couldn't help but gasp, and wonder, there was a merry fire burning in a great stone fireplace, and several chairs and tables at which to work at or relax which ever you choose. Hermoine tugged me upstairs apparently I wasn't moving fast enough for her. We entered a room with four-poster beds lined up along the wall with our trunks and the foot of the bed.

"Night, Runa." Hermoine said, changing into sponge bob theme pajamas.

I went to my own trunk and pulled out my flannel pants and a Yellowcard band shirt and pulled them on and climbed into bed and was instantly lulled to sleep by the hooting of owls and warm food on my stomach.