Harry sat in one of the many rows of benches in the Great Hall near the stage. He watched as a short, plump man with disheveled gray hair and a grandfatherly appearance waddled to center stage where a podium was placed. The older man stood behind the podium setting a thick stack of note cards there and peering over at the audience. He was just barely tall enough to see over it. The first thing Harry noticed was the man's huge mutton-chops and the second was his large, child-like eyes, the irises of which were lavender in color and partially hidden behind his fluffy facial-hair and small round spectacles.

"My name," the man squeaked "is Quinten Trimble, and I am the author of The Dark Forces; a Guide to Self-Protection." Harry blinked up at him in surprise. He figured that this guy was just going to introduce the lecturer, not actually be the lecturer. He had been expecting a tall, dark, and slightly creepy man with a few scares and a stern face, not a man who looked like he should be selling teddy bears to children.

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Just an idea I had so i just kinda wrote this short draft thing-y soooooo......... yeah. Bye you lot of lunatics and nerds.

~Nico Phantom