Magnus POV
After unpacking my belongings my mind began to wonder about all the stories linked the Hogwarts. Usually I don't mix with normal wizards and witches but I'm always hearing whispers about Hogwarts; back in 1997 I heard many stories about Harry Potter and Lord Voldemort, and of course I did not pass up the opportunity to join the celebrations after the battle of Hogwarts. 1998 was a wonderful year to be a warlock: always a party to attend, trade was at an all-time high, practicing magic was exciting again. Everything was perfect. I even settled down for a short period of time in London, I met the local Shadowhunters, nice enough for a nephilm and of course vigilant but the heartbreak and memories what was linked to the London Institute drew me closer and closer to my own kind.
Teddy Lupin's POV
"Have you seen the replacement teacher? I heard he's the High Warlock of New York!" announced a young Hufflepuff girl as I walked into the Great Hall for the welcoming feast. It was my 5th year at Hogwarts and never had I heard of a High Warlock of New York, I was raised by my witch grandmother and Harry had told me sorts of stories about people he had met travelling as an Auror but he never told me about a High Warlock of New York, maybe the girl had been mistaken. As I settled town at the Gryffindor table I took in my surroundings: the soft light produced from the floating candles, the hurrying students trying to get seats by their friends, the shine of the empty plates. The sky was a unique colour as well, a rich purple produced from the setting sun, I closed my eyes and when I open them again my shaggy hair is the exact shade of the sky.
"Mr Lupin! Will you please turn your hair back to a normal shade please" snapped Professor McGonagall as she marches past me to take her place with the other teachers, as I turn to face my friends Ben, Jake and Antony I change my hair back to the dark brown I had favoured over the summer.
"Have you heard anything about this new teacher then Ted?" inquired Jake as he peers around the hall; he strains his neck to get a better look at the teachers table.
"Nope but I've heard some rumours he's American"
"I heard he's the High Warlock of New York" adds Ben "hey Ted look who's just arrived" I turn towards the door and see Victoire Weasley arriving with her friends, heads turn when she makes her way to her seat at the end of the Gryffindor table, her long silvery blonde hair flowing behind her. It was hard to be believe she was only in her third year and she could make people's heads turn, but it wasn't just her beauty what astonished people it was her last name: Weasley. Before the battle of Hogwarts the Weasleys were viewed as poor and nothing but a normal wizarding family but after the whole family took part in the battle they became legends, along with my mum and dad Fred Weasley was killed fighting against Lord Voldemort. After that the name Weasley meant people respected you and knew your story. I grew up besides Victoire, she's Ginny's niece which meant I saw a lot of her. I spent a lot of my childhood with Harry and Ginny and in the summer we would spend a lot of our time at the Burrow (Victorie's grandparents' house). We would waste away the summer together, we are best friends but everyone including my own friends seemed to think I have feelings for her, but that's ridiculous as I am two years above her and we've been friends for years. But still my cheeks blush as Ben points her out to me. The noise of students talking amongst themselves suddenly came to a sudden stop as the doors swung open. I along everyone else in the room turned in their seats to see the man stand in the doorway. He's tall with jet black hair what has a strange sparkle to it, he seems to be half Asian apart from his eyes what are not normal; they are glowing cat eyes what shine in the soft light of the candles, so this is the Warlock everyone has been talking about then. The Warlock starts to stride towards the front of the hall, eyes forward, his smoky grey cloak course out behind him, a wide smile plastered across his handsome face as he draws nearer to his seat at the teachers table. It was still silent as he sits down at the table; everyone it seems was amazed by this Warlock. And I had to give it to him; he could make one hell of an entrance.