Professor of Ancient Runes. · Y/n story by @miuxxu

The Great Hall hummed with the chatter of hundreds of students, the clatter of cutlery against golden plates, and the occasional hoot from an owl perched somewhere in the shadowy rafters above.

Professor Phineas Black

rises from his chair, silver goblet in hand, his voice cutting through the din like a knife If I may have your attention, please.

The chatter subsided gradually, students turning toward the headmaster with varying degrees of interest.

Professor Phineas Black

As many of you know, Professor Sallow has left us at the end of last term to pursue a quiet life of "retirement". a flicker of disdain crosses his features We wish him well. His replacement, however, arrives with us today.

The doors at the far end of the Hall creaked open. A figure stepped through, silhouetted by the torchlight of the corridor beyond.

Professor Phineas Black

clears throat May I present to you, Professor Y/n L/n, your new instructor in Ancient Runes.

The woman paused at the center of the Hall, letting the eyes of two hundred students wash over her. She did not smile. She did not fidget.