Grindelwald's Marauders

An Apple

It was the start of the final week of September. Olive Collins had nearly finished her first month of work at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. She was still trying to figure her way around the classrooms she'd teach in and would always tend to sit in the wrong seat in the Great Hall at meal times.

Olive had always wanted to be a Transfiguration teacher since she first took it at Hogwarts in her first year. It was by far her favourite subject and she always liked her teacher at the time, Professor McGonagall. Since McGonagall retired at the end of last school year, Olive knew she would have her job cut out to be as good of a teacher as her predecessor was.

Olive was a red headed girl with big bushy hair. (Like on the cover photo) Her hair was actually more of a very light brown colour, but she had little freckles that proved she was ginger.  She'd cover them with make up and make sure her very fair skin looked at least a little but pink. She was also quite friendly to everyone, even the naughty kids in her class even though they would sometimes annoy her so much she'd wish to hex them when nobody else was looking...

One day, after the school day had finished, Olive went for a walk after she left the Great Hall after dinner. She went up a couple staircases then down a couple more. She really wanted to explore some of the places she'd never thought to explore when she was a student. The Dungeons, for example, were a place she never really went to if she could avoid it. She obviously went there when she had to do her potions lessons, but for one thing; she only went there because she had to and for another thing; she always went to and from the classroom with a friend, never alone. Because of this, she felt curious now as she had the freedom and bravery to do it alone now as an adult.

She went down the many many stairs which led to The Dungeons, she made a fair way down the spiral stairs before getting a faint blow of wind rising from the stairs below her which scared her a little. She couldn't understand why she felt wind inside, but thought it was best if she left her curiousness alone and returned upstairs where the rest of civilisation was.

As she walked through the corridors on the first, second and third floor she walked passed Professor Lupin's Defence Against The Dark Arts classroom. His door was wide open and he was talking to somebody in there. A couple of somebodies perhaps...

Olive tiptoed closer to the open door and peaked through it. She looked around the door and saw two men facing her direction speaking to another man with his back to her.

Professor Remus Lupin was a youngish looking man. He seemed an unknown age which was older than Olive, but younger than a 40 year old. He had slightly balding hair and always made sure to wear an ugly grey or brown cardigan over his smart shirts. Olive didn't know much about him yet, but he seemed nice, but yet always seemed to smell of wet dog all of the time.

Beside him was a similar looking man. I say 'similar', but really they looked quite different. He had much longer wavy hair and stubble on his face. The amount of facial hair would probably be described as more than stubble by most people, but anyway... He seemed almost equally as nice as Remus although Olive didn't fully recognise him as a fellow teacher. She quickly racked her brain to think of where she might have seen him before, but struggled. He wore decently smart look clothes considering his homeless looking face. He had a fancy maroon coloured jacket on, with a brown waistcoat and matching maroon shirt on underneath. He spoke softly and seemed almost father like.

The man in front of them was kind of a mystery to Olive as she couldn't see his face. He had longish blonde hair which stood out to her as him possibly being a Malfoy. The Malfoy's were frequent visitors to Hogwarts and each of them, excluding his wife, had bright blonde hair. She noticed he was holding a stick, like a walking stick of some kind.