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RUN-IN
Harry POV

Important text
Talking
Direct Memory

I sent Hedwig with the letter almost a minute ago. I'm still deeply unsure whether or not I want to have him here. Though at this point what can I do. Students need a teacher today. If the interview goes wrong maybe I can just choose that other application... her name was...

I walk toward my desk from the window I sent Hedwig from and open the top right drawer. A few papers ruffle as I search for the application papers. I find nothing of use in the drawer and duck down to the next. Again more shuffling papers. At last I retrieve the paper from the drawer. I straighten my back and begin to stand before quickly hitting my head on the corner edge of the desk.

"Ow! Tssss" I whisper a curse word under my breath and stand rubbing my head.

Something rolls from the back of the drawer and I look to see it. A wand lays there, know at the edge of the drawer. Reaching down i receive it and hold it up. My old wand? From when I went to Hogwarts. Interesting. I don't remember myself to ever stop using it. I pull out my wand the one I use know and hold them side by side. Very similar looking, but my current wand is longer and less dusty. The engravements are swirl like and elegant while that handle is tight and pointed. My old wand has a square ended handle that rounds and eases into the rest of the wand. The wands end has swirls and jagged lines reaching upward while the top of the wand is thin and rounded to a point.

       I place the old wand back down into my drawer and push it shut with my leg. I place my wand back into its pocket and look down to the paper. If things don't go as right in the interview then I could always just opt for Midley Anssler.  She seems nice and her grades are good.  But Malfoy's are better.  I bite the inside of my cheek annoyed and read over her paper again.  She had mostly E's and one or two lower grades.  She had one award for potions mastery and she put at in the need to know section that she fought against the death eater during the war as well.  Not sure if that's something that actually needs to be know or a suck up tactic.

           I place the paper down and push it to the side as I grab a few schedule change request papers.  Honestly I could never finish homework when I was in school let alone be the headmaster of a wizards and witches school.  There is always so much paper work.  If I'd known I would have never accepted.

           With a sigh I start reading over each paper and why the request was asked for.  I changed as many as I could and sent off the papers using Supernatet Dominus.  I watched each paper curl delicately at the top corners, and lift into the air before soaring off to it's owner.  Until teachers actually had graded papers I know have almost nothing to do.  Once a paper or spell or potion procedure is finished each professor brings me the graded papers and I take them to the archive and separate them for each student. 

           My own file and kids from my grade are stored in the very back of this magical room.  It feels as though it's never ending and continues on and on.  The first files being the students hundreds of years ago who learned under the founding fathers and mothers of the school.  Those files were truly at the back of the room,  my grades were actually quite close to the front in proportion.  And besides that I also have to look over class procedure and studies.  And I must be sure each classes academics are in the right place at the right time. 

          I wonder the halls and make sure no students are skipping during classes.  As well as oversee detentions when Professor don't.  Filch had past away about a year ago, his cat still wondering the halls.  Students love the little ones that follow her.  Soon we'll have to get those kittens and Mrs. Norris a proper home.  My job is quite calm and I have a clean and easy home to go back to, but most times I stay here over the nights.  It feels easier then traveling by train or broom a couple miles just to sleep a few hours and return back to the school.

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