After nearly a year, Alfie Pye found himself standing in the shimmering dining hall of Sonora Academy wondering where it was that he had gone wrong. After filling in as the beginner’s Defense Against the Dark Arts substitute for a couple of lessons while the school looked for a more appropriate and permanent substitute teacher, Alfie had gone back to his old Auror office begging to disregard anything that his father had threatened and to be let back on to the force.
Sympathetic but unyielding, the head Auror had refused him gently but firmly explaining that though she wanted to take Alfie back on to the force, it just wasn’t in anyone’s best interest for that to happen. “What else are you good at?” she had said anxiously as she sat on her desk, leaning forward so that Alfie could see right down the front of her lavender colored top. “What else makes Alfie Pye tick?” He hadn’t really answered because he’d been too distracted, but afterwards, as he left her office feeling somewhat emasculated, the thought suddenly crossed his mind. Barnaby.
The previous year, his younger brother had been sent to the American wizarding school in order to keep a closer eye on him, yet as far as Alfie knew, Barnaby hadn’t been brought home and transferred to Hogwarts just yet. All his instincts kicked in, he knew there had to be another reason besides watching him that Barnaby had been sent away and it likely also had to do with their father getting him off the Auror force for good. Alfie just needed to know why that was. And that wasn’t something he could find out while sitting around moping in his flat all day.
So, in what had been a rather brash decision, Alfie had packed up his old Hogwarts trunk and owled the Headmaster at Sonora to see if the Defense position was still open and here he was. When the feast was over—the first feast that Alfie had attended since last year he had skipped the feast in favor for having bread and soup sent to his room, but this time he got the full experience: dessert, coffee, and all, he rose to assume the Head of House duties that his old coworker had left behind her along with what had appeared to be a rather abrupt departure.
Having looked at the first years getting sorted, it occurred to him that the Aladren students he had just been given looked kind of like giant blueberries, or perhaps more like Smurfs, a Muggle thing that he only knew of because he had once dated a Muggleborn whilst on the force, and therefore likely something that would go over most of his student’s heads. “Sm…Aladrens, this way!” he called, only slightly embarrassed at his little slip up as the ‘sm’ had been uttered most quietly that only someone standing right by him would have heard it. It was likely something that would entertain him later on that night when he was getting ready for bed, but he kept the laughing at bay for that moment. "Prefects, if you could just come with us as well, that would be great!"
Once all the blue students were gathered around him—and he knew they were all there because he’d always had an easy time with faces (he’d even recognized a couple of the students he’d taught last fall), he smiled at them—a reassuring smile that students weren’t likely to see on his face again unless they saw him in the hallways or after class for a schoolwork or social related problem. “My name is Professor Pye,” he said loudly so that all the student could hear him. “I will be your Defense Against the Dark Arts professor and your head of house, now if you follow me this way I will take you to Aladren House.”
OOC: It is not necessary to reply to this post, although you may if you wish to. This thread will be continued in the Aladren Common Room, where you now have permission to post. You may also continue your threads at the feast, due to something we call “fuzzy-time” —this is where you are posting in two or more threads at the same time but they are taking place at different times from your character’s perspective, therefore s/he is not in two places at once.
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