You would have thought the sound in the halls was delightful, a homey, always cheerful place, but no. In fact those non stop cheery voices were driving him insane. Of course, the first step Thaor would of taken to getting rid of the annoyance would have been disposing of them, but being a sitting duck in a pond full of geese would get you noticed, especially if you tried to bunk one off. So he left the giggling groups of girls and the first years pushing their way through the halls, but it didn't mean that he couldn't push his weight around. Thaor saw it more as an opportunity to regain his position at the top of the food chain, while the others were kicked back into place. All he needed to do was wait for a victim; someone full of themselves and idiotic to say the least. He could count the amount of minutes it would take for that person to walk into his grasp. One...two...three. And there he was, his walk screaming arrogance in front of his friends. Thaor pushed every size person known to man out of the way, biting his lip at the confrontation that was about to take place. Oh now he loved it. "Move you ugly piece of meat before I rip out your insides and serve it to the werewolves" And that was all he had to say. Normally there would be a few come backs, but Thaor soon snarled and little red ridding hood went running.
But today was different. Today Thaor felt the need to break away from the torturing and the humiliating. In fact today, he was feeling calm, maybe someone had slipped him a potion at breakfast. It was actually more likely that Thaor realized he couldn't be seen harassing students, now that he was a professor. It was really hard for him to not harass them. Almost everyday while Thaor went to Hogwarts, he was in detention for dueling in the halls; and even once for dueling on the grounds, and almost hitting Professor Sprout square in the chest with a bat-bogey hex.
Thaor finally made it from the castle to Hagrid's old hut. He had been here many times during his schooling, yet, he didn't remember the horrid smell that overcame him as he walked into the hut. Thaor pulled out his wand, and flicked it once in a circular motion, making the smell go away. With another flick, Thaor cast a room-expanding spell. One similar to those they cast on the tents at the Quidditch World Cup. The room instantly tripled in size, and he conjured more tables and chairs. The inside of the hut now resembled any other classroom inside the castle.
Thoroughly satisfied with his work, Thaor walked over to his desk, sat down, and awaited his pupils.
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