“The Dark Arts are many, varied, ever-changing and eternal. Fighting them is like fighting a many-headed monster, which, each time a neck is severed, sprouts a head even fiercer and cleverer than before. You are fighting that which is unfixed, mutating, indestructible.”
“Your defences must therefore be as flexible and inventive as the Arts you seek to undo.”
- Severus Snape (HBP9)
Andromeda scowled when she first entered her office. It still had the remnants from when that foul woman Umbridge had occupied the office. What was she thinking with all of the bloody pink? And those kitty dishes all over the walls? Ewwww…. Well, the first thing to happen is a complete gutting of everything. With a sharp flick of her wand, the room was instantly emptied. Now to get to work.
She stared at the pictures of how Professor Lupin had his office. Hmmm, I can do this. Another flick of her wand and the office became a perfect replica of what it used to look like back when Lupin held the post. Much, much better. Just one more thing and it will be complete. Carefully, she placed one portrait on the wall. Stepping back to admire it, she asked the portrait “Well, what do you think?”
“It looks great Andromeda. Nice job.”
“Thank you Professor Lupin.” She grinned at the compliment.
“Andi, you can call me Remus now. You are a Professor. But we should probably get to work.”
“Yes, of course.” Sitting down in the chair for the first time, she grinned again before beginning to work on the coursework for the upcoming school year.