Drabble #4-Defense Against the Dark Arts
Albus walked towards the old, grey door. It seemed impossible to find any Defense Against the Dark Arts teachers, let alone a good one! No one seemed to want the job. Well, who could complain? Nobody had lasted over a year, and one even died. He could only hope it would change with the new Proffesor. So, he gently knocked on the door.
"Come in," said a low, gravelly voice. Dumbledore saw a man looking up at him. His greasy hair fell over his eyes. He pushed it aside.
"So, are you willing to take the job this coming year?"
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