Title: After The Summer
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Distribution: TTH, that's it!
Summary: 193-word dribble
The man standing in front of the class, the one that looked like he had slept in that trench coat he was wearing, he couldn't be the new teacher. He just couldn't! There he stood, leaning against the desk, preoccupied with producing a cigarette from tobacco that was crumbling to dust between his fingers.
“And who are you?” Draco had taken it unto himself to get them rid of this muggle's presence.
Under the class' watchful eyes he ignored the younger Malfoy in favour of lighting his cigarette. To be followed by two quick kicks that left the blond pupil lying on the floor curled up in a fetal position, his wand rolling out of his hand and away across the floor.
“The name's Constantine. That's Mister Constantine to you little bastards! I'm here because I need the money.” He took a last drag before just letting the butt fall to the floor and extinguishing it under his heel, right next to the still curled-up Draco's face.
“Now, the first rule when dealing with the supernatural is to be prepared. When you find yourself unprepared you better be quick ... and damn lucky!”