"A cool wind blows,
The phoenix' song is low,
The charmed students,
leave our castle with dents,
whatever shall I do?"
Headmaster Shacklebolt muttered to himself in poetic verse as he leaned back in his seat. Papers were spread helter-skelter as he felt the urge to call for bread. The spark of brilliance that had once driven him was lost with the bark of his firewood. If the Headmaster could solve the school’s many problems, he would. As long as the students left in high spirits, he wouldn’t feel like he had the Schlitz.
But then again, some students were the problem. The Confederacy of Light, the Death Eaters- all had invaded the one place that should’ve been home. “What has happened to our school?” he murmured to himself. Then he began to laugh. A wheezy laugh at first. But then it expanded into a chortle, a snicker, and finally, hoarse bark. The whole world was breaking, and he acted like he was at the park. The papers flew into the air at his beckoning.
But what’s this? A knock on the hard-wood door?
Shacklebolt, amused twitched his wand, and flung the door open.