You could still remember the first time the new professor walked down the halls. He had striking snow-white hair despite being I'm his early thirties, and his robes were dark and crisp.

Your friends always whispered about his history, something so sought after, yet it still remains a mystery till this day. But as words travelled around the echoing hall of Hogwarts, you would hear about how he got that scar on his cheek while he was a freshman from duelling a senior who dabbled in the dark arts. Or how despite his half blood status, he gained his family much respect by rewriting the potions book for maximum effect ever since he was 12. Or how he mastered offensive and defensive spells aurors struggled to perform the first year in Hogwarts.

Yet after all that, plus serving as an auror for a decade, he came back to Hogwarts, filling in the defence against the dark arts spot with no fear despite the curse surrounding it. And you, despite not standing out academically, were emblazoned into his mind.

Naveen Quillan stopped dead in his tracks, turning around with his usual neutral expression as he heard his first name slip from your mouth...something he barely heard anymore. Even if you never did something so horrible as experimenting the dark arts, your behaviours during your school days were a far cry from the perfect student.

"Back so soon ?"

Naveen spoke calmly, as he always did in any situation. After your graduation a few months ago, he would assume that his students were all out enjoying their newfound freedom with using magic or starting families.