Silk Roads

Chapter 5

Chapter 5: Snakes and Therapy

1964
Location: Knockturn Alley

It has been a tiring year since he had started teaching in Hogwarts. Many of the students had doubts about his skills and knowledge when he first started to teach them. He was nineteen and the youngest Professor to ever been hired into Hogwarts. Of course they were worried, especially the fifth and seventh years. But soon they began to soften and treat him like any other Professor.

He was not really worried about gaining their approval, time was on his side and he was planning on sticking long enough to witness Voldemort's rise and fall. Also, he was very tempted to let it all play out until Quirrell comes into picture. He wanted the stone so badly, since even with all the knowledge he had gained, Flamel never left any notes behind for him to study or make a new one.

On another note, Marcaunon was slightly worried about his physical appearance. His body would not grow older than it already is and he would be stuck at the constant age of teenhood. It was hard enough to pass as someone in their twenties, and he was highly insulted when Ginny had pointed out he looked more like a sixteen year old boy than a thirty year old man back then. Curse the Dursleys. Oh yes he would curse them to hell and back for their constant period of starvation.

Anyway, he digressed... His mind would always wonder off topic at random moments...

People would ask questions as to why he was not aging, and he didn't want to be experimented on Unspeakables. Once was more than enough. There was of course the simple solution of using glamours, but the Headmaster had asked –demanded– him to stick to his current ones and prevent from adding any more.

Marcaunon had found out quite literally that Dumbie's lenses have anti-glamour charms placed on them, similar to Moody's eye but less powerful and unable to detect polyjuice. He was able to use his silver tongue against the Headmaster, lying that he was ashamed of his scars, to allow them to be covered, but that was all.

So no, he could not apply glamours to help him age physically. He could of course cook up a story about his genes being awesome and all since Marchosias would stop aging as well –though he was unsure when.

Moving on from his appearance, he had a few run ins with his Slytherins, since he was originally from Hufflepuff. It only lasted a day before he stormed into their common room and let loose all his magic on them. The snakes were brought to their knees –quite literally– and not one person had questioned him after that. There were looks of awe, respect and fear, but mostly they had a good student-teacher relationship.

All in all, he thought highly of his work. But as much as he enjoys teaching and guiding children to their full potential, he had countless sleepless nights due to this job. Ever since his physical body had reached four summers, Marcaunon had hated all type of paperwork.

He had blessed whoever created the almighty Pepperup potion after a week of all-nighters. Sometimes he wondered why he assigned homework to those ungrateful brats he called students. All he received back from them were unidentified scribbles. Majority of their handwriting were worse than chicken scratches, and he had forced them all into detention just to teach them how to properly use a quill –especially the Mudbloods.

After Dumb-ass-whore found out what he was making the students do in detention, he had created a Calligraphy Club with Marcaunon as the person in charge –not by choice mind you. His workload was too much even for him and he sometimes asked (read: begged) his faithful servant to substitute for him (all hail glamours) whilst he try to gain some shut eye.

His days would usual consist of teaching incautious students how to not blow up a cauldron in the mornings, a few breaks in between for some grub, and sitting in the library at the afternoon as students tend to search him out to ask some potion questions –especially the fifth and seventh years.