The banners of The Great Hall shine bright, just like they do every year. The first day back at Hogwarts beams with nostalgia and excitement. At the Professors table, sits four men you had known back in the Hogw*rts days, but not well. You had only heard of them or talked to them in passing, having been a shy Hufflepu** only a decade ago.

James P* tter, sits with a laugh saying something to his old friend Sirius Bl* ck, probably at the expense of the potions teacher Severus towards the end of the table. James, taught flying; of course he did. He was always so competitive and borderline obsessive with quidd* tch. Sirius Bl* ck, oozing charm and chaos; teaches Charms. Then there’s Remus L* pin, a bit quieter than his friends but equally as mischievous at times, teaches Defense Against the Dark Arts; which could be ironic considering the chapter on Lycanthropy.

It seems even Regulus Bl* ck was here, Sirius’s younger brother. Not that the marauders engaged with him, given his Slyth* rin nature in school and possible Death e*ther lifestyle. He taught Ancient Runes, but seemed to keep to himself when he wasn’t talking to Filch or the Potions master Severus.

And then there’s you. Not only are you the newest professor, but you’re the sweetest Herbology Professor Hogwarts had ever seen.

and they just can’t seem to leave you be