Collision Course: A HP-DW crossover (BOOK 2!)

Back at Hogwarts- but what's going on?

Hello, Hi,
Yes, it is I,
Your writer!
I can't promise anything,
But to my words you might cling,
And enjoy this more than you oughta!

..Okay well with me trying to make use of my poetry lessons at school over, welcome to the chapter and I hope you like it!

*(PS: I call 11, 12 in this because he is technically the 12th and Harry doesn't know that he doesn't talk about war Doctor)*

(10th) Doctor's POV

Once we arrived at the castle, we stepped out of the door. Luckily the Tardis decided to be reliable, and took us to about an hour after we left.

"Well, Doctors, you can't all be in the same place, you know."
"Yes, I quite grasped that. Maybe we could teach different classes?" 5 offered, "maybe a History one?"

"Unless you know Wizard history, probably not. Muggle studies, on the other hand..." the Master trailed off.
"What about.. Burbage was it? I know it rhymes with 'cabbage'and starts with B, anyway."

My friend paused.
"She's going to be murdered anyway, we could just... speed it up?"
"Always with the killing, and the Death! Can't you be a little more original?"

He pouted, but agreed. Meanwhile, the previous Doctors' companions were looking around the room, it was fairly messy, and the TV was radiating heat from how long we were watching Doctor Who before we left (it's really good, okay?).

"Right... well, we could always ask the teachers if any of them need assistants for their lessons, it wouldn't be too hard," the Master suggested, "or you could just hire an exorcist and make all of the kids watch Horrible Histories instead of learning about Goblin Wars forever."

"Or we could just ask Dumbles if he needs any help around the castle. Just a person the kids can come talk to if they have any worries at night, we're nocturnal enough."

"Well, that's an idea," 4 grinned, "I can give out jelly babies and advice!"
"As long as it isn't clothing advice," the Master snickered, "unless we want the children to go around dressed like theatre performers, salads and punctuation."

"I have an allergy!" 5 said defensively.
"Master, remember Crispy, then we'll talk."

I knew I'd got him there. In between his 13th incarnation and Tremas, the Master was stuck as a burnt-looking, googly-eyed being who only just passed as a man.

The other Time Lord grumbled and stayed silent for a moment.

"Okay, so should we go see Albus or not?" He burst out, after a solid 5 minutes of silence, where the others were just looking around.
"Yeah yeah yeah, hold on, where's bowtie?"

It took a second for everyone to realise he wasn't there.
"I'm in here!" He yelled from the Tardis, "You left the Ponds back in the States, I'm piloting the Tardis there to grab them!"

"Ponds?"
"Amy and Rory, his friends."
"Oh, okay. He just.. forgot them? Seems a bit irresponsible doesn't it?"
He laughed.
"Only one word to sum him up, and you just said it."

My Tardis wooshed off and if his last entrance was anything to take note of, he would probably come smashing through the window of the Great Hall 2 hours from now.

"Well, then, let's go see this Headmaster of yours!" 4 grinned and I realised just how much I missed having that voice.

"Yeah, come on, I'll show you the way. Nyssa, Tegan, Romana, would you all rather stay here? Maybe go down to the Great Hall, Harry should be there, he'll recognise you."
"Recognise us? How?"
"Well, you're famous, of course! At one point you were some of the most well-known people in the UK!"