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"What do you mean Mr Wilt suddenly resigned?" asked Harriet sharply. "I was pretty sure that young man was going to be staying here for a couple of years."

Mr Blocks, headmaster of Yancy academy sighed at her. "Mr Wilt has simply decided the job of a teacher was not suitable for him and so a new teacher will be coming in."

Harriet pinched the bridge of her nose. "This is annoying. Halfway through the year and a new teacher already comes in."

He only gave a shrug and took out his glasses and folded them. "Well, it can be quite common here. Some teachers quite at beginning of the year. I'm actually surprised you haven't quit yet!"

Harriet glared at him. "I'll be taking my leave now."

She closed the door behind her loudly, leaving behind a petrified headmaster. As she walked towards the staffroom, she realised something.

That bloody fool still hasn't told me who's the new teacher.

Mr Brunner was not what he seemed. Well, that's what Harriet thought. With greying brown hair and brown eyes, he seemed like a normal middle-aged man. But she had an inkling that he wasn't what he seemed. Maybe it was because of his wheelchair which projected a rather strange energy or maybe the fact that his eyes looked a tad bit too old.

Too old.

"So, Mr Brunner, how long have you been teaching for?" Harriet asked casually as she sipped on some coffee. She was being persuaded into co-teaching the Latin language with Mr Brunner, something she did not like. She much preferred teaching solo.

"Quite a few years now," he answered genially. "What about yourself?"

"Oh, only a few years," she replied. It was actually 108 years. That was if she counted up all the years of teaching throughout her whole life.

A silence grew upon on them as Harriet continued drinking whilst her colleague simply stood there awkwardly. Harriet was more than willing to leave him in that uncomfortable atmosphere; she could tell he was suffocating.

"I have heard a lot about you from the other teachers," he said smiling, "They're quite terrified of you."

Harriet gave a sideways glance at the man as they walked down the corridor to the class. "Really? I thought they loved me!"

"I guess you already knew that," he chuckled, on hearing Harriet's sarcastic reply.

Harriet turned to look at the man finally when they had arrived at the class. His eyes were twinkling in merriment and Harriet realised exactly who she reminded him of.

"You know you remind me of my teacher," she remarked. "A bit of a tosspot with a strange and eccentric taste in fashion."

He looked at her, an eyebrow raised. "I do hope my fashion isn't like your teacher then."

"No," she laughed. "Though I do feel like you may be a bit of tosspot with a whole lot of history."

Mr Brunner smiled at her wryly. "You never know."

Mr Brunner's great, Mom!" exclaimed Percy as he ate his dinner with vigour. His friend, Glover if Harriet heard correctly, was also eating with the same vigour. Percy had brought his friend for a sleepover for the Winter holidays and Harriet was forced to stay hidden in her room. Oh, the things she did for her grandson. It was times like this when Harriet regretted the times she did not buy a house.

Why did she sell her house? Why did she do something so foolish? Why?

Harriet internally glared at the boy, but she knew he was telling the truth. Her colleague was a good teacher, she admitted begrudgingly. He managed to incorporate elements of fun into the lessons and in doing so capture the students' attention. Although it may also encourage insolent chatters, Mr Brunner had managed to keep his students silent. Despite this, Harriet still had her suspicions about him and endeavoured to investigate him. So far, he hasn't been proven to be a threat yet, but Harriet knew soon or later he would reveal his true colours like all the others before him.

And so, she will wait.

Merlin, she hated waiting.

Harriet hated the new maths she wasn't the only one in that. Most of the students hated her, but they also hated her herself.

"Why do you look so down?" asked Mr Brunner with eyes full of mirth. They got along well and Mr Brunner soon learnt that Harriet had the tendency to behave like a child. Harriet, on the other hand, learnt that the man held a lot of wisdom.

Harriet glared at him and pursed her lips. "I do hope that was rhetorical."

"You must be quite upset," he remarked as he sipped on a cup of tea. They were both in the staffroom, sitting on a couch.

Harriet sniffed, "Well, of course, I am."

"Ah yes," he chuckled, "You've just been dethroned. Second place, I believe, in the most petrifying teacher rank."

Yes. There was a goddamn ranking in teachers in the staffroom and one was voted through by teachers and students alike. Harriet took pride in the fact that she was Number One and to hear that the new maths teacher had already taken over her place? Well, let's just say it didn't go well with Harriet.

"I believe she is a...?" Mr Brunner said, hoping to lighten the mood of his colleague.

"Bitch?" offered Harriet, who was more than willing to degrade the usurper. "Hag? An evil witch? Oh, I could honestly go forever" I am after all immortal.

"Oh, I don't doubt that and yes, those words though quite crass, do sum her up."

"I am quite glad to know those words sum me up," a voice snarked out behind Harriet.

Harriet turned around and saw a woman looming over her. Mousy brown hair was tied in a bun and narrowed dark eyes on a horsey face glared at her. Harriet mused over the woman's appearance. She reminded her of someone but she couldn't quite her finger on it. Now just who does she look like?

"Merlin, you look my aunt!" exclaimed Harriet as the startling realisation hit her. "She was a dreadful woman."

Mr Brunner frowned at Harriet yet amusement could be seen in his eyes. "Now, Miss Potter I believe we should give our new colleague an appropriate and polite-" He gave a slight glare- "greeting."

Harriet smirked at him as though she found it funny. "It is pleasure to meet you, Mrs Dodds," she greeted, enunciating on the word 'pleasure'. She most certainly did not find it a 'pleasure' to meet the woman. It took her weeks to get first place and now some random maths teacher barged in and took away her place in ONE lesson! It doesn't take a fool to realise that she must be one scary and horrible teacher.

"Yes, it is indeed a pleasure to finally meet you, Miss Potter. I have been waiting quite a long time."

AN- Please do point out any mistakes you guys see in the chapter and review!

So yeah, next chapter will probably be the camp? Well I hope so anyway. And hopefully that one will be a longer one than this one. Was this chapter a bit too fast-paced ? I did have a filler but then it got deleted-courtesy of my sister.

Naruto- Thank you for your continued support!

Guest- I don't plan on pairing Harriet with anyone. Right now, she doesn't really need anything like that in her life. But hey, she's immortal, so yeah, I guess the possibility of romance will be near in the future. If it is a God, well I'll keep Hades in mind. They're definitely going to be encountering each other, especially since she's MOD.

EDITED- 2.12.17