An Imposter Among Us
"Welcome to the Start of term Feast!"
Instead of hearing the friendly, voice of Albus Dumbledore, they heard the whiny voice of Argus Filtch.
Standing at the head of the table instead of the Headmaster, was Filtch. He looked like he had been trying to look more Dumbledore-esk. He had on long flowing purple robes, and what looked like a glue-on white beard, but his long greasy scraggly hair could still be seen poking out of the matching wizards hat.
The staff stared at him in horrified silence, appalled at what they were seeing. A few students began quietly snickering.
“Sorry I am late.” Came a voice from the back of the room, as Dumbledore looked down his nose at a blushing Filtch, “I seemed to have lost my way, but as was so nicely worded before, Let the Feast Begin!”
