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Challenge #3: Dumbledore reveals his methods

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  • Challenge #3: Dumbledore reveals his methods

    This is a ficlet, just something that came to mind...hopefully I'll have time to do a longer entry some time before the deadline.


    The man who'd just entered the classroom looked bedraggled, as if he'd slept in his clothes then been beaten up in them. The students fell silent as he sauntered in. Sauntered, not strode, as most teachers did. He wore no cloak, just tight leather trousers.

    "Who's he think he is? Mick Jagger?" muttered Ron. He was sitting beside Hermione, and glanced towards her, checking for her reaction.

    "Horrid!" she murmured. But a small, never-to-be-admitted part of her did think he was a bit of a dish.

    The man's eyes looked dead as he surveyed the rows of young witches and wizards, while his hair, on the other hand, seemed to have a wild life of its own. Hermione thought that the way he licked his large lips had something predatory about it. He looked directly at her as he did so.

    "I'm your new defence against the dark arts teacher," he drawled. American. Hermione wondered if Hogwarts had gone through all the possible dark arts teachers in England by now. "My name is Rack. Just Rack. Not Mr, not sir...just call me Rack." He leered, keeping his gaze on Hermione.
    "Now...strawberry...I think it's time for a little demonstration."

    * * *
    Half an hour later, Rack was being escorted off the premises, and Professor McGonagall and Dumbledore were watching him go.

    "Really, Albus, what WERE you thinking?"

    "He seemed so charming at interview."

    "If I didn't know you better, I'd say this was another example of your unnatural fondness for scruffy-looking men with rather greasy hair and arrogant manners."

    "Minerva, please..."

    The Professor sighed. "Well, well, he's gone now. But REALLY!" She clicked her tongue in disgust. "On the ceiling! With the whole class watching!"

    "Hermione certainly showed an aptitude for defence against the dark arts in that particular lesson," said Dumbledore.

    "Well, yes," said Professor McGonagall. "Although, traditionally..." She gave the slightest little smile. "One does not defend oneself against the dark arts by kneeing the dark wizard in the crotch."

    "I don't know," said Albus. "Worked on Grindelwald."

    Professor McGonagall looked sternly at him over the top of her glasses. "Albus Dumbledore. As I live and breathe...that's how you won the duel??"

    -- Robofrakkinawesome BANNER BY FRANCY --