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In Esdeath's opinion teaching was bit of a drag. She knew that Ran was faring much better since he had previous experience with this. Every day students would show up and she would open with the speech she gave the first day of class, and have the students all do the same activities. The one thing she was looking forward to the most so far was that detention with the Malfoy boy. She already had an idea of what they were going to do.
As she continued to think about the detention the first year Gryffindor's and Slytherin's entered her room. She found it curious that the two houses that have the biggest rivalry would share most of their classes, but what she found most curious about this batch of students was the fact that something seemed to be emanating killing intent from the book bag of a ginger Gryffindor girl.
The girl herself seemed perfectly normal, and had no killing intent on herself whatsoever, this was only coming from her bag. Esdeath would just have to see for herself what was inside that bag of hers.
She put this class through the same routine as the ones before, and as usual the kids were utterly exhausted by the end. As she dismissed the class Esdeath made sure to follow the Gryffindor girl as she left. The girl rounded a corridor by herself and Esdeath took this as the time to strike. Creating an ice spike she threw it with such precision that it sliced open the girls bag and caused the contents to fall to the floor.
"Do you need help picking that up?" Esdeath asked as she approached the young girl, playing the role of the concerned teacher.
"Oh Professor," the girl said sounding surprised. "I didn't see you there, and yes thank you. My bag is a hand me down from one of my brothers so it's pretty old, that's probably why it just ripped like that."
"It would appear so," Esdeath said as she knelt down to help pick up the girl's belongings. And then she spotted it, the thing that was leaking killing intent: a diary. She recalled being informed of the elf named Dobby's sudden appearance, and his mentioning of a diary being tied to terrible things happening at school. The strange thing was this girl did not seem to have any ill intentions of her own. Looking at the diary she saw that the name Tom Riddle was written on it.
Making sure the girl was looking the other way as she continued to pick up her belongings Esdeath hid the diary behind her back and out of sight of the girl. "You know I don't believe I know your name," Esdeath said to her. "I haven't taken roll call in my classes yet, because you either show up or you don't."
"My name is Ginny. Ginny Weasley Professor."
So her name was different from that the diary had written on it. Perhaps it wasn't even hers. Maybe someone gave it to her. Chances were that Ginny was just a foolish girl who had no idea what it was she was actually carrying around.
"Thank you Professor," Ginny said as Esdeath handed her a short stack of books and paper.
"It was no problem at all," Esdeath assured her. "Now run along you do have a class to get to don't you?"
"Yes Professor," Ginny said as she picked gathered the rest of her things and took off down the corridor for her next class.
That was too easy, Esdeath thought to herself as she made her way back to her room and into the adjoining office that came with it. Stepping into the fireplace she took a handful of the powder and threw it into the embers on the floor as McGonagall had instructed of her when she first set up the floo connection.
She was consumed by green fire and soon found herself in her personal quarters back at headquarters. She walked the halls looking for one of her comrades when she came across Bols.
"Oh welcome back Commander," the masked man greeted. "I don't think we were expecting a visit from you so soon."
"Yes it is a bit sudden, but I have something important that I brought back for examination," Esdeath told him. Pulling out the diary she handed it to him. "Could you make sure this finds its way to Najenda for me?" Esdeath asked. "It needs to be inspected."
Bols gave a salute, "Of course Commander."
"Thank you Bols now I should be getting back to that school." Esdeath went back to her chambers and used the floo network once more to turn up in her office.
For the rest of the day things went as planned, and she sensed no other objects or people that had an aura of killing intent around them.
Later that night as she sat in her office taking in the heat from the fire she had lit Esdeath heard a knock on her door. "Come in," she called out not really sure who would be visiting her since she had no appointments with any student or staff member.
The door opened to allow an aristocratic looking man with long platinum blonde hair to enter her office. He looks just like an older version of the Malfoy boy. "Good evening Professor," the man said as he sat down in the chair in front of her desk. "I don't believe we've had the pleasure of meeting before. Allow me to introduce myself as Lucius Malfoy."
"Ah so you must be Draco's father," Esdeath concluded.
"Yes indeed I am, and I must say that I find it quite surprising that Dumbledore would appoint a muggle to teach at this most esteemed school. The old man must be losing his sense of reason."
"Yes I do find myself questioning the man's decisions based on last year," Esdeath said. "However I believe appointing me was the smartest move the man has made in a long time."
"Oh?" Lucius said clearly not believing her. "And why is that?"
"Because I plan on making this school safer," Esdeath told him. "Why just earlier today I found a dark artifact within this school, a diary to be exact." Esdeath was sure to watch the man's reaction to this news.
Sure enough Lucius' eyes widened and he became a shade paler. He took a minute to regain his composure. "And do you have it with you? Otherwise I am to assume that you making it up."
"No I do not have it with me," Esdeath admitted. "I sent it someplace where it will be properly destroyed." Lucius paled again. It looks like I found who was planning all of this, Esdeath thought.
"You must be joking," Lucius said almost sounding fearful.
"I'm not," Esdeath told him. "Now don't worry your pretty little head over the diary because I assume you are here for another reason."
Lucius seemed to be resisting the urge to yell or scream as he said in a very strained voice, "Yes I am. My son Draco has written to me saying that he received a detention with you for this weekend."
"Yes I am well aware," Esdeath said already having an idea where this was going.
"You see a family as prestigious as us Malfoy's take it upon ourselves to value our reputation. It would be a disappointment to all of us if Draco had to serve this detention," Lucius said as he dropped a coin purse on her desk. "I believe the contents of that bag will be more than enough to overlook any problems that might have occurred."
Esdeath picked up the bag to feel its weight. It was filled fully no doubt. "Ha," Esdeath laughed. "Amusing." She tossed the coin purse into the fire.
Lucius' face morphed into pure shock. "How da-,"
"If you are concerned about disappointment in your family you should be worried about Draco," Esdeath told Lucius. "Not because he got detention no, but because he is so utterly weak and pathetic that he has your name to hide behind whenever something does not go his way. And he should be disappointed in you as well seeing as that the only thing you do to get him out of trouble is throw your money around, which just now proved to be totally useless."
"You dare to me like that you muggle!" Lucius yelled. "I don't have to sit here and take that from you!"
"Then by all means stand up," Esdeath told him still as cool and composed as ever. "And when you do be sure to let yourself out, because you saw what I did to that Umbridge woman in a room full of witnesses. What do you think I would do to you in a room where no one is around?"
That was all it took for proud and noble Lucius to retreat from the room as fast as he could. "Weakness must run in that family," Esdeath said to herself. It would have been easy to just kill him right now, but if they really were going to clean out this Ministry (which she was looking forward to since I meant she would have a fight on her hands) then Lucas Malfoy's turn would come soon enough. She smiled at that thought as she watched the gold burn from within the fire.