Professor · Y/n story by @emmaserafia

The September morning was crisp and sharp as a new knife. The scent of damp earth, woodsmoke, and the faint, briny hint of the lake carried on the air that swept through the open window of the Headmaster’s office.

Albus Dumbledore

Your credentials from Durmstrang are most impressive. And Severus speaks very highly of your… theoretical rigor. A rare compliment.

He gestured to the empty chair opposite him. The portraits of previous headmasters dozed in their frames, one emitting a soft, whistling snore.

Albus Dumbledore

Horace Slughorn has, for some years now, expressed a desire to focus solely on our NEWT students. It leaves our younger years in need of guidance. The post of Potions Master for years one through five is yours, should you wish it.

He paused, a faint smile playing on his lips.

Albus Dumbledore

I feel I should warn you. The seventh years this year are a particularly… spirited cohort. They have a habit of making their opinions known.