Disclaimer: The Harry Potter universe is the creation of JK Rowling. I mere play in her garden.
This story will contain references to grown up romantic behavior between both same sex and opposite sex couples. It is not suitable for young children.
This is my first attempt at fanfiction. Please be gentle when offering constructive criticism.
Dragon Drabble 1: The Arrival
By Loylsoul (novice fic-writer)
The doors to the Great Hall blew open with a bang and all of the students looked up, the quickest with wands already in hand, when in walked a tall, smiling man with two muggle suitcases and a magical trunk that walked on four legs and followed behind its master like a headless wooden dog.
"Good evening students, faculty, Headmaster" the unnamed man grinned to the room and greeted all with a small bow. "I understand you have an opening for someone of my unique skills."
With shades of Gilderoy Lockhart in the air, faculty and students alike gave a silent groan (or not so silent in some cases) as the headmaster and the new DADA teacher twinkled at each other with nearly identical sky-blue eyes. It was going to be another one of those years.
Headmaster's Office:
Headmaster Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore called for tea and cakes while the about to be hired Professor Damon LeGrange sat back in his admittedly very comfortable pink chintz guest chair and took in the scenery. Although he would never let it show, there was something about being in this office and sitting before this desk that always made Damon feel like an ickle firsty with a pocket full of dung bombs.
"Well, my boy," Albus began with a twinkle, "that's quite a fine glamour you have there. Strong, yet subtle and I do like that eye color on a teacher."
"Yes, we thought you might." Damon replied. "My own are much too recognizable and these do match the hair better, wouldn't you agree?"
"But of course," said Albus. "And I see that your bonding cements the magic quite well."
"Family magic is best for this sort of endeavor. It is fortunate that I married a Charms Mistress than, isn't it? Damon paried back, quite enjoying the interview.
"Quite fortunate, indeed." mused the Headmaster. "Now, how did you come to hear of our vacancy? Professor Muncy left us just this afternoon."
"A little birdie told me." Damon answered as he reached up to pull long strawberry blond hair off of his neck. "This birdie in fact."
Briefly speechless, but not at all alarmed, Dumbledore gazed upon the stylized Phoenix tattoo with a gentle smile. "Welcome home Mr Malfoy, welcome home."