Chapter Three

Several weeks later, in the office of Minerva McGonagall, the Headmistress of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry a staff meeting was taking place.

"As many of you know, I have had a difficult time replacing the three open positions here at the school, but I am pleased to announce to everyone that I have finally managed to fill them all," McGonagall announced pleasantly to the staff.

"Did Harry take the Defense post Minerva?" asked the transfiguration teacher excitedly.

"No, I'm sorry to say that he didn't Hermione. He said, he wanted to take some time to himself and readjust to life. Especially after Ms. Weasley turned down his proposal of marriage."

Crestfallen, she said, "I was hoping that he would decide to take it anyway."

"He told me to tell you to not worry, that he's apply for it later, as he knows that we can't seem to keep a Defense teacher for more than one at a time," the Headmistress said with a small smile causing the other teachers to laugh, except for one.

The new Defense Against the Dark Arts instructor sat there and humphed with a face that looked similar to a cat's arse. "I don't know what you are talking about," said the teacher huffily. "I intend on staying here teaching for some time."

Ignoring the childish behavior of one of the new members of staff, McGonagall introduced him. "Everyone, I would like to introduce you to Professor Kieran O'Dell, who will be teaching Defense." The man stood from his chair and smiled at everyone before sitting back down again.

The Headmistress continued, "And as everyone may remember this is Professor Seamus Finnigan, who is taking over as our flying instructor and Quidditch coach from Romalda Houch, who retired from the post at the end of last year."

Seamus waved to everyone and shook Professor Flitwick's hand, as they were seated side by side.

"Minerva?" Hermione asked, "Who took over for Filch? I know when he died last year in his sleep you said that filling his position was worse than killing the Defense post."

"It was," she admitted, "but luckily a young wizard who just moved back to Scotland applied for the position since he said most of his family and most of his friends died in the war with You-Know-Who and his Death Eaters, he wanted to get away from London and find something new for him to do. So with that in mind, I would like it if everyone went out of their way to be especially nice to him and make him feel welcome as his two only surviving companions are two house elfs, whom he is bringing with him."

"Where is he then?" Pomona Sprout asked looking around the room.

As if on cue, a tall man with wavy dark brown hair and eyes so black and mysterious that the offered no reflection what-so-ever and just the hint of a beard, or perhaps he just needed to shave entered the room. He was nothing like Argus Filch at all, this man was sexy from head to toe. He was standing there wearing dragon skin boots, with tight and I mean tight dragon skin trousers that clung to his muscular thighs like a second skin, a bright white peasants shirt that bloused slightly at the waist and a dark traveling cloak thrown over one shoulder. This man was also flanked by two small house elves, but no in the room noticed them as this man was so dynamic that he seemed to fill the room with his smile.

Then he spoke in a deep Scottish accent, the kind that makes you just feel the bur in his voice. "Sorry to be late m'lady, but I had a wee bit o trouble and it could'na be helped."

Hermione Granger's jaw dropped at the sight of him. It would have hit the floor if it hadn't been stopped by her plump breasts.

"That's quite alright," Professor McGonagall said with a tint of color in her cheeks. "We were just getting started with the meeting, won't you please join us."

"Of course, m'lady, of course," he said with a twinkle in his eye.

"Everyone, I would like to introduce you to our new caretaker, Mister P. Jamison McEuen."

Many of the female teachers stood up to greet the newcomer warmly. McEuen smiled at them warmly and made his way around the room to take a seat beside Seamus Finnigan.

"I'm so sorry ta intrarupt ya m'lady, but please could'ya call me Jamie." he said jovially. "Please continya with yer meetin'."

Smiling and still blushing slightly the Headmistress did indeed continue with the meeting, but everyone seemed to have their eyes on the Scottish man sitting in the room.

In the background, the two little house elves stood there and giggled to one another. Of course your wondering who they are, well one of them is wearing a pink dress with little yellow flowers embroidered on the hem and wearing Muggle military combat boots with red glitter glued to it and the other one is wearing a little yellow dress with a frilly lace collar, a yellow sun bonnet, a freshly pressed white apron with a little yellow duck embroidered on it with a bright orange bill, a pair of brand new Muggle high top athletic shoes whose brand name can't be mentioned due to copyright issues, but starts with an N and ends with an E and a big pocket on it's chest with a Beanie Baby with it's ear tag in mint condition poking it's head out of the top of it.

The two stood there and waited for the fun to begin.

To Be Continued … Please Read and Review

I know I suck at Scottish accents, but it's the way Eppy wanted it written, so blame her.