The hallowed halls of Hogwarts were not ones that Alistair ever thought he would stalk once more. Hogwarts was colder than he remembered, less welcome and nothing like the home he had been searching for. No, he found his home in the little cottage in Hogsmeade he shared with his brother. It would do. Certainly, anything was better than having to live with the withering looks he received from the portraits that lined the walls like a second skin, as if they had yet to forget his discretions during his own time at Hogwarts, an education which he did not complete, as many sought to remind him as they hissed their verbal assaults in his direction.
Alistair was only in the castle for one reason and one reason alone – to teach Hogwarts and maybe to give the Dark Followers a helping hand. Other than that, he had no reason to be there.
It was his fourth class of the day and after most of the morning spent with idiot First Years, Alistair was waiting on a class that had some knowledge behind it – though his hopes weren’t high. Much to his despair, however, he was put in charge of hurrying the students out of the Great Hall to their post-lunch classes. He stood himself at the front of the hall, casually flicking his wand in the direction of the idle Hufflepuffs still stuffing their faces, making their current buns disappear and instead take their books from their bags and have the hard-covered tomes throw themselves at the students.
The shrieks that followed amused Alistair to no end and as he cast his eyes across the hall he realised the Ravenclaws had already gone, there were a handful of Slytherin stragglers still whereas the Hufflepuff and Gryffindor tables were near-full.
Imbeciles, he thought disparagingly before flicking his wand again to send more textbooks flying.
READ THIS BEFORE POSTING:Alistair is in the Great Hall, therefore late. The
door to the Potions classroom has been
left open and the students can go inside and settle down their things. He will come into class in his second post.
He is not in the classroom - just to make that clear. Saying "Good Afternoon Professor" is futile, you'll just be talking to a wall. Also, it is just
after lunch so the students will no doubt be chatty and excitable.
Have fun. Don't be boring, you lot!