The Headmaster and the new Defense against the Dark Arts professor ended up being nearly a half-hour late to the staff meeting, because it had taken Magneto - who was beginning to have Dark Suspicions as to how his signature had ended up on an obviously magical employment contract, Dark Suspicions that involved a certain prank-loving blue teleporter who'd been raised by a German witch - several minutes to get up and on his feet. It had then taken the pair several more minutes to travel from what was obviously the school's infirmary to the teachers' breakroom/meeting hall, as Dumbledore, who was leading the way, was walking rather slowly. On the way to the breakroom, Magneto had floated along behind the Hedmeaster taking inventory of the loose metal lying around the castle, and cursing ancient building practices that ruled out the solution of simply ripping apart the building's support structure and flying away from the ruins that he would've been able to utilize had the school been built during the 20th century, or possibly even as early as the latter half of the 19th.
The only reason he hadn't flown off already, contract or no contract, was because he'd grown up with enough stories about magic and what it could do to be wary. Most of the handful of wizards he'd encountered over the course of his travels were complete idiots who'd lucked out due to the fact that a distant ancestor of theirs had figured out a way to multiply their meagre powers, but the few competent ones he'd run into had scared the hell out of him. Kurt Wagner's foster mother, whom he'd had the misfortune of meeting once, being a case in point. Until he found out which side of the line Mr. "Flamboyantly dressed and brings up more and more Shaw flashbacks with each passing second" fell on, he would watch, plan his escape/destruction of the school belonging to the bastards who thought they could force him into a job he didn't want, and wait. It wouldn't be the first time he delayed getting his revenge.
Part of what made this situation so irksome was that he didn't want to hold a teaching position. If he'd wanted to be a teacher, he would've been working at Charles' school already. Despite the fact that they both knew he'd just fuck up any students that he became responsible for, Charles had made it clear to him on more than one occasion that there was a teaching position open and waiting for him, and that he could have it the instant he quit his "terrorist" activities.
When Magneto and the man that Magneto was starting to mentally label "Shaw lite" finally reached the staff meeting that had impatiently awaited their arrival, Magneto found himself being glared at by a familiar looking man in black, a stern looking woman, a woman whose hands and clothes were covered in dirt, and various others.
"Now that our new Professor has joined us, the meeting can begin." the Headmaster said, making it sound as if Magneto had deliberately delayed a meeting he'd never signed up to attend in the first place.
"Hem, hem." said a voice, interrupting the proceedings before they could begin.
The voice turned out to belong to a woman who was dressed all in pink who he was willing to swear under oath was Toad's long-lost sister. Seated next to the woman was a man who was holding a lime green bowler and shooting nervous glances at the stern looking woman who had been glaring at Magneto earlier and was now glaring at the female Toad and her companion.
"Yes Dolores?" the Headmaster asked, looking like he was about as happy as the others were at the interruption to their already long delayed meeting, and doing just a little bit less than his utmost to hide it.
"We've heard that you hired an applicant without allowing us to review his qualifications or test his fitness for the position." the female Toad said before the man with the green bowler hat who'd opened his mouth to say something could even speak.
"I'm sure that Herr Lensherr's 27 confirmed Death Eater kills during his work as a freelancer during the last war should be confirmation enough of his qualifications." Shaw Lite, aka Headmaster Dumbledore said.
Magneto frowned, as he didn't recall having met 27 wizards, much less having killed that many over his entire career as a Freedom fighter/Mutant terrorist.
"I killed 27 Death Eaters?" he said wondering if he should've sounded so surprised in front of these strangers.
"You probably didn't notice, since you were preoccupied at the time. But, you killed a party of fifteen of them in one go when you dropped some sporting equipment on the group while they were trying to break through the wards surrounding the rather quaintly named home of the leader of the American Muggles as part of an assassination attempt." Shaw lite aka Dumbledore said, sounding somewhat amused. "The loss of life was admittedly regrettable, but..."
"He killed fifteen Death Eaters with sporting equipment?!" the man with the lime green bowler exclaimed before eyeing Magneto nervously.
"Are you sure you want such a dangerous individual around impressionable children?" the female Toad asked in a faux "Think of the children!" tone.
"I trust that you remember that Mr. Fogherty was even more dangerous during the Grindelwald war, and he ended up being one of the school's most beloved Defense Against the Dark Arts professors before he gave his life saving a classroom of Potions students during Slughorn's final year at this august institution." Dumbledore replied.
The man with the lime green bowler hat seemed to rather unwillingly concede this point.
"Well, can he at least show us his lesson plans? Last year's lessons were entirely unacceptable for a school full of children who should never have been subjected to, much less forced to witness any of the Unforgivable curses." the female Toad simpered, shooting Dumbledore a look that was as venomous as Toad's spit could be.
"I'm afraid I haven't made any yet." Magneto said in his dealing with idiots he couldn't kill just yet voice."I wasn't informed that I had been hired until just this morning, and I had thought my hiring exceedingly unlikely until I was informed of it.
"Haven't made any..." the female Toad said, pretending to be shocked and dismayed.
"Which means that he will be open to any input you may have." the school's Headmaster replied smoothly in a voice that made Magneto wonder why the hell the man hadn't become a politician.
"He is?" the Minister asked suspiciously.
"But of course." Magneto replied. "I could always use expert opinion. I don't think this meeting would be the time and the place for it however, seeing as the school's other staff have been waiting for a good half hour for the start to their meeting, which I seem to have unfortunately delayed."
The man with the lime green bowler seemed slightly embarrassed at this, but the female Toad looked like she couldn't care less and that the teachers could wait until hell froze over until they got their meeting as far as she was concerned.
"Yes, perhaps we should adjourn until a later time. I do have business I need to tend to myself after all." the man with the lime green bowler said before popping his hat on his head and making to leave.
"I look forward to it." Magneto said, feeling the opposite.
With that, the man with the lime green bowler and the woman departed. The room that had been forced to sit through that little power play between the Headmaster and the pair took on a relieved air, and the school's other faculty began to relax. Several murmurs along the lines of "I thought the meeting would never start." and "I thought they'd never leave." made their way around the room as the mood began to lighten a bit.
"So," a small man who looked like he'd been born with one of the less fortunate mutations said, looking at Magneto with some interest. "What sort of sporting equipment did you use to kill fifteen Death Eaters in one go?"
The rest of the room suddenly looked very interested in the conversation.
"If your Headmaster is referring to the incident I think he was referring to," Magneto replied. "It was a baseball stadium."
At this, the dark-haired, black-eyed man in black reached into his pocket, pulled out a vial, unstoppered it, moved it towards the mug of tea he was holding in his other hand, thought better of his decision, brought the vial to his lips, and knocked its contents back, drinking them straight.