Establishment (Majere)

James' information was difficult to swallow, though it was the only likely outcome of the events. It was unfortunate, but too likely. Considering Shacklebolt's mental state, it was most likely that he would die in battle.

Alan took a sip of blood red wine. While Alan had forgotten the value of taste, he could still remember that he was supposed to take pleasure in the liberating fumes of insanity. But he saw no purpose. He needed no pleasure. Shacklebolt's appointment was tightly connected with Alan's endorsement. Even if Alan had given the order to stop covering the man, he could still be connected to the old man's rise to power. It was not a pretty position, but luckily, Shacklebolt was not a major piece of his chess board. Maybe a Knight, but nothing beyond that. His pawn, however, was proving to be more useful.

But the current problem is the new Headmaster. Alan was very critical of every man. But Majere's ambitious plan to place Hogwarts at the top once more was beyond radical. He needed to talk to the man, gauge his reaction. Would he replace the last Headmaster on Alan's board? Who knew. Humans were unpredictable, prone to flip-flopping, for back pedaling. Pointless, but natural. He was waiting for the man now.

Vincent walked quietly down the dark Hogsmeade streets. It was late night, almost near midnight, and the quiet vilage of Hogsmeade was mostly asleep. Vincent meanwhile had recieved an owl from a stranger about coming to the Three Broomsticks. Not one to ignore things like that, Vincent had decided to leave and see who this stranger was.

Freezing from the chilly wind, Vincent walked quickly and hurriedly entered an oddly empty Three Broomsticks. There were several people there, but only one was sitting alone. Vincent walked over to that man, cautious. Such was the paranoia in Vincent that he did not trust anyone anymore, and he didn't rule out an attack from this person, after all, he didn't know who he was.

"I assume it is you who called me here?' he asked quietly.

"Indeed it was, Headmaster." Alan extended his hand to the new Headmaster. "I am Alan Wake, Head of Alchemy at the Ministry. I was interested by the addition of your class to the school curriculum." The man did not look too remarkable- he was not as spectacular as Kingsley, but he was good enough to fit the bill. The school was not of his concern in particular, and he had no intention to interfere. He wanted to meet this man. That was his only purpose here.
"Come sit, order a drink."

Head of Alchemy huh? Suddenly Vincent felt that it was good that he had come down here, perhaps the man could be an ally to him in the ministry, Vincent did need more allies after all. Sitting down, Vincent ordered a.. water. He was a total teetotaler after all, he hated any alchoholic beverage. "Ah, well Alchemy is one of the less known magical skills," Vincent said with a shrug. "Few can master it, but I wanted students to know about it anyways. Some of them could become talented alchemists one day."